The wound on the palm of his hand caused by the blade felt like it was being torn apart, but Qiao Nian didn't say a word and held the blade tightly.
Jiang Xianrou reacted finally and actually tried hard to pull the knife out.
The bright red blood dripped onto the ground, as if hitting everyone's heart. Everyone was stunned by this scene.
"Niannian." Old Master Jiang opened his eyes even wider, his blood pressure soared, his vision went dark, and he spat out blood in a hurry.
Jiang Xianrou became more and more anxious and panicked. She threatened with a red face: "Qiao Nian, don't force me."
At the same time, he became furious and pulled the knife hard.
At this moment, the girl's eyes turned cold, and she gave her an extremely clean and neat roundhouse kick, sending her flying to the ground.
"Hmm." Jiang Xianrou only felt a black screen in front of her eyes and a dull pain in her chest. In extreme pain, she vomited blood and her front teeth were almost falling out.
Jiang Zongnan was angry at her for not living up to expectations, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Xianrou!"
He seemed to be about to step forward.
Jiang Li grabbed him with one hand, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his dark eyes stared into his eyes. He said coldly: "Dad, you won't protect her at this time."
Jiang Zongnan was too embarrassed to look up because of his gaze, and his elegant face turned red, turning the color of liver.
Jiang Li let go of his hand and stopped looking at him.
Jiang Zongnan didn't have the courage to go over. He stood there, unable to move forward or backward.
After Qiao Nian kicked Jiang Xianrou away, he ignored her and quickly walked over to support Mr. Jiang and smoothed his back: "...Grandpa, are you okay?"
Mr. Jiang was no longer able to speak. He just held her wrist tightly, and all he could say was in his red eyes.
Qiao Nian knew what he wanted to say, looked at her right hand indifferently, and comforted him: "I'm fine, don't worry about me."
She is always like this. No matter what happens, she is always at the forefront and never complains.
But the blood on the girl's shoulder had soaked her clothes, and blood was still dripping from her palm. How could she not feel pain after losing so much blood? Qiao Nian seemed to sense his gaze, and she moved her right shoulder back inconspicuously, saying to him, "I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup right away."
Old Master Jiang burst into tears, feeling so heartbroken that he wished he was the one who got hurt. He held her hand tightly, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak.
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On the other side, Jiang Xianrou recovered a little.
Through her blurred vision, she saw the girl helping the old man walk away.
Jiang Xianrou was in a panic and looked around, trying to find something handy to keep the person here, otherwise she would be finished.
In her extreme panic and fear, the look in her eyes when she looked at the girl was no longer the ulterior motive she had at the beginning, but had turned into a kind of stubborn resentment and madness.
Just when everyone thought the matter was over.
Jiang Xianrou, who had been kicked to the ground by Qiao Nian before, suddenly stood up fiercely, bent down, picked up a stool on the table not far away, and rushed towards the girl quickly.
He shouted, "Qiao Nian, die!"
"Nian Nian!"
"Qiao Nian!"
Jiang Yao cried out in surprise.
From the corner of her eye, Qiao Nian also saw Jiang Xianrou dragging a chair towards her, with the chair lifted from behind her head.
Her eyes turned cold, and she was calculating in her mind how to protect Old Master Jiang while getting rid of the crazy Jiang Xianrou.
(End of this chapter)