Madwoman?
Zhuo Wen's legs gave out and she collapsed back onto the couch, her eyes bulging as Qin Mu's knife hovered in front of her, she hugged her head and shrank into the couch, screaming, "Ah..."
At this moment, appearances and such were bullshit to Qin Mu.
But who could care about appearances at a time like this? Zhuo Wen was scared to death too, wanting to escape, but Qin Mu had already blocked the way.
"No way!"
Mu Yichen timely embraced her from behind.
"Let go of me, believe it or not, this grandma will chop off your hand?"
Qin Mu turned her head to look at him and shouted.
"Even if you chop off my hand, you can't chop her."
Mu Yichen held her tightly, even causing her little stomach to hurt from the pressure.
Qin Mu, however, looking at him like that, suddenly couldn't help it and her eyes blurred with tears, her face streaming with tears in a matter of seconds.
"You bastard, do you love her that much?"
