"Brother, you'd better worry about yourself. Qingqing is definitely going to come after you," Nan Moxin said sympathetically to Nan Mochen.
With Qingqing's temper, once she's free, she might just come looking for her brother with a scalpel!
Just as she finished speaking, Uncle Liu came rushing in nervously, "Young master, young lady, Miss Shen is here with a knife..."
"!!!"
Nan Mochen's forehead was filled with black lines.
She came so quickly! From the time she left the police station to now, it hasn't been more than half an hour!
Nan Moxin jumped up, feeling both amused and troubled, "Brother, you'd better find somewhere to hide quickly! Don't try to confront Qingqing head-on right now."
"Alright."
Nan Mochen made a swift decision and climbed over the wall to escape through the backyard.
Who would have thought that as soon as he landed, he would see Shen Qingyan holding a knife.
"Heh heh, scared now?" Shen Qingyan sneered coldly, holding a fruit knife.
