When An Ning stopped, her eyes were already filled with tears. She grasped Yan Qiushou's small hand, trembling slightly, "Little Uncle, please help me..."
"What's going on? Tell me slowly, don't rush..." Yan Qiushou could only see An Ning's anxiety but had no idea what was happening.
"I think, I killed someone..."
In reality, An Ning didn't know if the person was truly dead.
But the congealed blood on An Yu's head and that pale face made her heart throb.
"What?" Compared to An Ning, Yan Qiushou's reaction was much bigger.
An Yu also thought he might die.
He was lamenting that this girl named An Ning, his twin sister, truly had a hard heart.
Even when he was in such a miserable state, she could still play in the courtyard with that little kid happily, without a conscience.
Despite coming all the way from the capital city just to see them!
When An Yu regained consciousness again, he found himself no longer lying on the ground, and the ropes on his body had been untied.
