Nan Jiaojiao stood up and walked over to Bo Qianqian. Her face was cold, her demeanor noble, "Give me the child."
Zhou Zining's eyes widened in shock. In front of her, Nan Jiaojiao dared to snatch the child?
"Don't give her the child!" She pointed at Nan Jiaojiao with her finger, furiously saying, "I knew you were up to no good, deliberately getting close to the Bo Family. Qianqian is just a child. I saw what you were up to—if I hadn't arrived in time, would my daughter have suffered at your hands?"
As soon as she had spoken, Nan Jiaojiao grabbed her wrist, forcefully twisted it, and flung her two meters away.
There was a loud "bang," followed by the rustling of fallen leaves. Zhou Zining's back hit the tree trunk, making her head spin.
Nan Jiaojiao casually undid her cufflinks, rolled up her sleeves, and looked again at the servant holding Bo Qianqian, "She can't breathe, she's been poisoned. Give me the child."
