"My daughter? You mean Manman?"
"No, it's her!" Wu Junguo said, pointing the gun at Wen Yuan.
Wen Yuan looked up, not staring at the dark muzzle, but at Xu Yu'e, who was trembling all over.
"What? Isn't she your most precious daughter? Aren't you willing to take a bullet for her?"
Xu Yu'e hugged herself, and when her youngest daughter Wen Yuan's shiny eyes swept over, she just felt even colder.
That was her daughter, her own daughter, not like Manman who was adopted, but why couldn't she move, why couldn't she move—
Wen Shixuan rushed over, spreading his arms to protect his youngest daughter.
Facing Wen Shixuan stepping in, Wu Junguo was obviously very displeased and said, "Don't block me, I want to kill her now! If you want to keep your own life, then leave!"
"No way!" Wen Shixuan spoke resolutely, like a stubborn ox that wouldn't turn back no matter what.
