Mo Yan felt a rage as hot and bubbling as magma frothing inside of her. She didn't care that this woman in front of her was the one who fought alongside her on the battlefield. At that moment, Mo Yan only knew one thing.
This woman killed her precious child!
She got to her feet prepared to take this woman down along with Mo Xifeng and bury her together with her daughter when —
"Ah, I get it now," Mo Xifeng, who was lying dead on the floor, slowly got to her feet, her injuries that were healing at a rapid pace as she drank the recovery fish soup. Just now, when Han Xiaorui attacked her, she took out her thermos and drank a few gulps of the recovery soup to accelerate her healing, which allowed her heart to revive.
Fortunately, she carried the soup with her all the time or else, who knows, maybe she would have died today.