When the night scene turned cold and got out of the car, as soon as I looked up, I saw Mu Xiaoqi following the policeman.

Her face was calm, but her hair was torn loose and her clothes were messy, and her hands were dripping blood.

It's just a moment, and everyone around us feels the cold all over the sky.

The nightscape tightly strained his face, his lips hardened, and with a group of bodyguards, he strode to Ba Xiaoqi.

Pulling her in front of herself.

He tried hard, but skillfully avoided her injured hand.

Holding her arm tightly, she lifted her hand up and said, "Who made this?"...