"Su Chacha!"
Watching Su Chacha fall to the ground, An Xu suddenly returned to his senses.
He stepped forward quickly and embraced her into his arms.
He thought he would be relieved to see her suffer from pain, but he sadly found that he was sorry for her.
As if he had sensed something, little Zuo, who never cried or laughed, suddenly burst into tears.
An Xu was already upset. When he heard A Zuo's cry, his heart was so annoyed that he almost exploded up.
He grabbed the knife that fell to the ground when he was shocked just now and threatened A Zuo fiercely, "shut up! If you dare to cry again, I will kill you now! "
Little Zuo completely ignored his threat and still cried.
Little A Zuo had hardly cried since he was born. This time, it seemed that he was going to vent the cry he had accumulated for several months.
An Xu clenched the knife in his hand. He didn't need to blink his eyelids to kill people, but at this moment, he couldn't put the knife into A Zuo's body.