"How can I forgive Miaohan?" An Zeyu pulled An Miaohan and stood up and faced Ling.

"Ha, I didn't expect you to defend someone who killed your wife like this. I think you are biased towards me, right?" Ling's words were full of self-deprecating. She only now knew that An Zeyu was still defending An Miaohan like this after she knew the truth.

"I just don't want to make the same mistake, do you know, Mengxue, I began to regret the day after you left home. I want to go back to the day when something happened. If I weren't so impulsive, you wouldn't have left the An family." An Zeyu said the words in his heart for a long time, which was also his true words.

"Ha, is that right? Have you sent someone to find me?" Ling no longer wrapped her hands around her chest, but leaned against a round table, supported her hands on the table behind her, looking at An Zeyu with cold blood.

"..." An Zeyu did not answer. Yes, he had never sent anyone to find Ling. He was afraid because the men in black were obviously mixed up in the underworld and he dared not mess with him.

"Ha, I don't want to care about so much, it's better to fight quickly." After saying that, Ling took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at An Miaohan.

"Ling! Wait a minute!" Before Ling could touch the wrench, Qian blocked in front of An Miaohan and shouted excitedly to Ling.

"Ha, do you want to protect her too?" Ling saw Qian blocking An Miaohan and mistakenly thought Qian wanted to set up bullets for An Miaohan. Ling's expression became even colder, just like Xueyou.

"I... no, Ling, don't be too impulsive." Qian knew Ling had misunderstood, so he slowly walked to Ling and held the hand holding the pistol.

"What? Do you feel sorry for me if I killed her?" Ling looked at Qian with an extremely cold look, which made Qian a little scared. It was the first time he saw Ling's gaze, sharp and cold.

"No." Qian closed his eyes and shook his head gently, not wanting to look at Ling's sharp gaze, because he was afraid that Ling would no longer like him, where did the innocent and cute spirit go before?

"What if it was me?" Ling changed the direction of the pistol. Now, the muzzle pointed at his temple, tilted his head, and looked at Qian with a smile.

"No, no!" Qian was really scared now, afraid of losing the spirit. Of course, the spirit could not really shoot, because, even the damn person was not dead, how could she die first?

"Ha, I'm lying to you." Ling saw Qian's expression, which was even more nervous and scared than An Miaohan's expression just now. Now she knew that she was indeed more important than An Miaohan, and she no longer looked at Qian with a sharp look.

"Ling, is that okay?" Qian approached Ling, lowered his voice, and said to Ling in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

But Ling shook her head and looked at Qian with clear eyes.

"Qian, you don't know my difficulties. I have been training for so long, just for now. I can't give up. An Miaohan, she must die, otherwise I will be sorry for my mother." Ling said in a helpless tone. If possible, she would rather be an innocent girl forever, unlike now, her hands are covered in blood and killing people without blinking!

"If you kill An Miaohan, then what about your father? Who will raise him?" Qian looked at An Zeyu with some concern.
Chapter completed!