Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

The palm of his hand was stinging like a tear from the wound rolled up by the blade. Qiao Nian was silent and held the blade firmly.

Jiang Xianrou finally reacted and tried hard to pull out the knife.

The bright red blood fell on the ground drop by drop, as if hitting everyone's heart. Everyone was stunned by this scene.

"Nian Nian." Mr. Jiang opened his eyes even more, his blood pressure soared, his vision went dark, and he vomited blood in a hurry.

Jiang Xianrou became more and more anxious and panicked. She threatened with a pale face: "Qiao Nian, don't force me."

He became fierce and pulled the knife hard.

At this moment, the girl's eyes turned cold, and she kicked her to the ground with an extremely clean roundhouse kick.

"Hmm." Jiang Xianrou felt her vision go dark and her chest felt tight. Under the extreme pain, she vomited out a mouthful of blood and almost lost her front teeth.

No matter how angry Jiang Zongnan was at her failure, when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Xianrou!"

He seemed about to step forward.

Jiang Li grabbed him by the hand, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot, staring into his eyes with a pair of dark eyes, and said coldly: "Dad, you won't defend her at this time."

Jiang Zongnan was so stared at that he didn't even look up, and his elegant face turned red, the color of pig liver.

Jiang Li let go and stopped looking at him.

Jiang Zongnan didn't have the courage to go over. He stood where he was, neither advancing nor retreating.

Qiao Nian kicked Jiang Xianrou away and ignored her. He quickly walked over to support Mr. Jiang and gave him some relief: "...Grandpa, are you okay?"

Mr. Jiang was speechless and could only hold her wrist tightly, with thousands of words in his red eyes.

Qiao Nian knew what he wanted to say, so she looked at her right hand casually and comforted him: "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

She is always like this, no matter what happens, she is always in front alone, never complaining about suffering or tiredness.

But the blood on the girl's shoulder had already wet her clothes, and the palms of her hands were still bleeding. She had lost so much blood, how could it not hurt.

Qiao Nian seemed to feel his gaze, and moved her right shoulder back without any trace, and said to him: "I will take you to the hospital for examination right away."

Mr. Jiang burst into tears. He was so heartbroken that he wished he was the one who got hurt. He grabbed her hand tightly, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak.

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On the other side, Jiang Xianrou regained her breath a little.

In her blurred vision, she saw the girl helping the old man to leave.

Jiang Xianrou panicked for a while, looking around, trying to find something handy to keep people here, otherwise she would be doomed.

Under the extreme panic and fear in her heart, the look in her eyes when she looked at the girl was no longer the purposeful one at first, but turned into a kind of stubborn resentment and madness.

Just when everyone thought this was the end.

Jiang Xianrou, who had been kicked to the ground by Qiao Nian before, suddenly stood up violently, bent down and lifted a stool on the table not far away, and rushed towards the girl quickly.

He shouted: "Qiao Nian, die!"

"Nian Nian!"

"Qiao Nian!"

Jiang Yao even exclaimed.

From the corner of her eye, Qiao Nian also saw Jiang Xianrou dragging a chair towards her, and the chair was lifted from the back of her head.

Her eyes turned cold, and she was calculating in her mind how she could protect Mr. Jiang and get rid of the crazy Jiang Xianrou at the same time.