At that moment, the knife was about to fall on her neck.
Xiao Moli, with a stern face, quickly reached out and grasped Xiao Yining's wrist, stopping him.
Lin Qiaoqiao couldn't die now; he had more questions to ask her.
Xiao Yining certainly didn't think his dad had any genuine intentions towards Lin Qiaoqiao, hence saving her.
He glared furiously at Lin Qiaoqiao, snorted, but finally withdrew the hand holding the scalpel.
"Why? Afraid to kill me?"
Lin Qiaoqiao looked at the father and son duo, seemingly convinced they wouldn't dare to kill her, with eyes full of smugness and arrogance.
Xiao Moli pursed his lips, his cold gaze almost freezing to death.
If it wasn't for resolving An Ziqi's inner conflict and figuring out who was behind her, he would have killed her already.
"Lin Qiaoqiao, who exactly are you?"
Even though Lin Qiaoqiao was tied up at the moment, facing Xiao Moli, her face showed no signs of fear.
