C383 Persecution

His mother looked at Wen Zhizhi, who was lying in Qi Ya's arms with her eyes closed. She stood there helplessly, her expression changing from an aggressive, arrogant to a pale one.

She would never have thought that a single push from her would cause such a ruckus. He also didn't expect that Wen Zhizhi would be stabbed by the knife in her hand.

"No …" No, it was just an accident..