Ding Xiaoying's tense body finally relaxed.
Suddenly, she felt weak all over, stumbled slightly, and reached out to the nearby windowsill to barely steady herself.
She had finally escaped a disaster and barely saved her life!
Thinking of the words Xiao Moli said before he left, she shook her head with a bitter smile.
If Xiao Moli was a demon in front of them, then he was absolutely a guardian angel in front of An Ziqi.
Both are women, yet the difference is so vast!
An Ziqi had a husband who loved her deeply, shielding her from wind and rain at all times, while she could only face everything alone.
With a sigh, perhaps once all of this is over, she can stay away from these troubles and find a quiet small place to live a normal life.
Song Yang had already been taken away, but the room was still shrouded in a heavy smell of blood.
Ding Xiaoying raised her hand and pushed the window open, a breeze blew in from outside.
