Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Grandpa, what is going on here?” he asked coldly.
Old Mr. Rong hollered angrily, “Rong Yan, if you still think of me as your Grandpa, move out of my way immediately!”
“With me around, no one can touch Luo Anning!” Rong Yan exclaimed with a sullen expression.
“You!” Old Mr. Rong staggered backwards while panting heavily.
Butler Zhang held him in fear and continuously patted his chest to soothe him.
Rong Yan frowned and pursed his coral red lips without giving in at all.
Luo Anning who was being protected by Rong Yan, glowered at Mo Xiyan who had turned pale from the pain and sneered.
“Mo Xiyan, do you feel pain? Do you know that Qiange was shot seven times in total? He almost died. How do you think I should get back at you?”
As soon as she finished speaking, the sharp tip of the knife pierced through the air and twisted left and right!
“No!” Mo Xiyan’s eyes widened and she shrieked.
Pain spread from her right arm to the rest of her limbs. Her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
Seeing that she was about to fall backwards, Old Mr. Rong took a deep breath and yelled, “Hurry and catch her! Catch her!”
The bodyguards rushed towards Mo Xiyan and pulled her up before she could even touch the ground.
The bloodstained fruit knife fell onto the carpet with a loud thud.
“Hahaha… ” Staring at Mo Xiyan’s bloodied right arm, she burst into laughter.
Seeing that she was on the verge of losing control, Rong Yan’s heart wrenched up and he extended his arms to hug her while pressing his forehead against hers. He then rubbed his nose against hers and said gently, “Anning, be good. Don’t think about anything else… ”
Feeling the coldness of her hands, Rong Yan cursed and pinched her chin before kissing her forehead gently…
“Anning, shall we go home?”
Luo Anning’s body stiffened and she leaned against his chest, seemingly still in shock.
Rong Yan was not in a hurry either. He hugged her tightly and pulled her into his embrace, leaving no gap between them.
Mo Xiyan had fainted and the family doctor rushed over to stop her wounds from bleeding. He shook his head helplessly and said, “Old Mr. Rong, Miss Mo’s arm is hopeless.”
Her tendons had been cut into several sections and it was extremely difficult to reconnect them.
“What about her body? Is her body alright?” Old Mr. Rong was not concerned about whether she could keep her right arm or not but about the child in her stomach!
The family doctor knew about Mo Xiyan’s pregnancy but he knew that he could not leak it out because of Old Mr. Mo’s orders. Hence, he understood Mo Xiyan’s worries and said, “Old Mr. Mo, don’t worry. Apart from the shock, Miss Mo is alright.”
After hearing his words, Old Mr. Rong fell onto the couch and heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that his great-grandchild was alright!
Luo Anning snapped out of her trance and stared at Mo Xiyan before recalling Qiange who had become a vegetable. Her anger began to boil.
