"What happe...." Cheng Yang had followed behind. But before he could finish his sentence, he saw Qiao Anxia’s blood soaked body. He swayed slightly, then rushed over. "Xiaxia, Xiaxia?"
Xu Jiamu stopped in his tracks. Before he could even begin to say anything, his gaze fell on the person with an audacious smirk.
Song Xiangsi glanced over when she sensed him stopping. Following his gaze, she instantly recognized the person he was looking at. A deep sense of worry flowed into her eyes.
After less than a minute, he rushed towards Han Ruchu, slapping her face violently without hesitation. "Shut up!"
Han Ruchu stilled, bursting into laughter the next moment while pointing at Xu Jiamu. "You're my son but you hit me... My son just hit me, hahaha... My son actually hit me for someone else..."
Gradually, tears started to stream down her face. She stared at Xu Jiamu, feeling aggrieved and wronged. "You’re my son, how can you not side with me?"