Fu Zixun, standing in the corridor, was smoking irritably. Why did he have a bad temper every time he heard Qin Yayong say those words? He even pushed her a moment ago and made a noise with her. When did he become such a person?

"Save, save, child." A weak voice came, and Qin Yafeng's hand had no difficulty grasping his trousers legs.

Fu Zixun has just been immersed in his own thoughts, not noticing the strange behind him.

But when he saw a pool of blood spreading over the place where she had climbed, his heart was held tightly.

immediately picked her up and said, "What's wrong with you,...