She looked at Shangguan Xiu's mother, Zhen Shu, and slowly said, "Madam Shangguan, Arno is my child, I won't tell you where he is, just give up. If you want a child so much, have one yourselves."
"I think you're really asking for death," Shangguan Xiu's mother, Zhen Shu, suddenly inhaled angrily. She rushed forward, raised her hand, and slapped An Xiaomian forcefully across the face.
This time, without Shangguan Xiu's help, An Xiaomian couldn't move, so her face was solidly struck by Shangguan Xiu's mother.
An Xiaomian's head was whipped harshly to the side. Her face hurt terribly, a burning sting, and she felt severe pain at the corner of her mouth, tasting blood quickly, realizing her lips were wounded.
Because her lips hurt, her face hurt, she didn't speak, just gritting her teeth, taking deep breaths.
