Gu Jin turned around, her gaze on Ling Qiong icy, surrounded by intense murderous intent.
She couldn't stand anyone cursing little An.
He was her life, the apple of her eye.
Anyone who touches him, dies!
Ling Qiong could naturally see how much Gu Jin cared for the boy in the creek.
As Gu Jin was about to make a move again, he slowly curved his lips: "Although he's dead, it's not that there isn't a way to save him."
Gu Jin's expression softened slightly: "What needs to be done?"
Ling Qiong floated to the center of the creek, his toes lightly touching the water's surface, looking down at An Mingji soaked in the creek from above.
Gu Jin quickly flew over, afraid he might harm An Mingji.
