Su Chacha's face turned white. She didn't dare to delay at all. She steadied herself and rushed to the room where she and little A Zuo lived.
Su Chacha ran so fast that she was left behind too much by An Xu.
When she arrived, An Xu just entered the room.
A maid was sitting by the bed, changing the diaper for A Zuo.
Looking at the shining knife in An Xu's hand, the maid was startled.
She did not care to change the diaper for A Zuo. She hurriedly flashed to one side and said, "Mr. An."
Small A Zuo also saw the knife in An Xu's hand, his dry little face slightly wrinkled; he always looked like he wanted to cry.
But as if he had forgotten how to cry, his little face soon regained its expressionless appearance.
He could no longer find the focal length in his eyes.
Su Chacha was afraid that An Xu would hurt A Zuo. She rushed to An Xu and grabbed his right hand.
"An Xu, don't hurt Zuo! He is innocent. He is just a baby. You can't hurt the innocent! "