The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Every sentence is an affirmative sentence.

Butler Ning and the driver were stunned for a moment.

They both turned to look at Mrs. Fu, catching the flash of panic on Mrs. Fu's face.

Is the young master right?

Is the eldest lady really not dead?

"No! She's dead! I'll kill her! There's such a big hole in her head! What's the use of a girl? If she doesn't kill her and waste food, I'll kill her!"

Ning Quruo's voice was very calm, "Since she has been killed, how do you know what she looked like when she was a teenager?"

What Mrs. Fu just said was full of malice and resentment.

Now that she has been killed, why is she so resentful towards a girl who is only a few years old?

It just so happened that he was very specific when describing it.

The dark eyes of the man who was almost crazy now lit up again little by little.

It's like the soul has escaped its grip.

Flying toward the sky leisurely.

His eyes changed from dull to sharp, like an unsheathed sword, but his voice was hoarse and gentle,

"Let me guess... you have no family, no daughter, niece, or niece. You work alone in the Gu family as a helper, and you even stay at the Gu family at night. Who is the girl you see every day?"

Mrs. Fu's eyes widened and her whole body trembled.

How could Ning Quruo...guess it?

"No, no, she's dead!"

Ning Quruo's heart was beating and her breathing became rapid, "Who is it?"

His voice had a different kind of appeal, but the light in his eyes seemed to peel off the layers of Mrs. Fu, "The Gu family has two daughters."

Mrs. Fu's lips trembled.

The two looked at each other, and she almost screamed.

The man didn't touch her.

He didn't even say a threatening word to her.

But she seemed to be grabbed by the throat by a man.

The next second, she will die.

Or... life is worse than death.

"Say!" Chun Lei shouted loudly as his tongue clashed with Chun Lei.

Mrs. Fu's courage was frightened, "Yes..."

Just after he said one word, a car light was projected over here from a distance.

Ning Quruo's face condensed.

The driver quickly went to the car to get the binoculars and looked in the direction of the car lights.

"Silver Bentley, license plate Beijing A16868."

The muscles on Ning Quruo's face trembled.

Ning Ruoqing!

What is he here for?

He suddenly picked up the shovel that was stuck in the ground and pointed the sharp edge at Mrs. Fu.

It seemed that in the next second, Mrs. Fu's throat would be slit, causing thick plasma to spurt out from her throat.

"explain!"

He wanted the woman to tell the answer herself.

Mrs. Fu looked at the sharp edge of the shovel, her eyelids trembling rapidly, but she closed her mouth tightly.

The courage that had been frightened was back at this moment.

Back to her body.

Behind him, the car was getting closer.

Ning Quruo lost his patience and thrust the shovel straight into Mrs. Fu's throat.

"stop!"

Behind him, before the silver Bentley could stand still, Ning Ruoqing had already gotten out of the car and headed straight for Ning Quruo.

Ning Quruo had an unhappy expression on his face.

Sister-in-law Fu suddenly called out, "Second Master Ning! Second Master Ning, please save me! I was almost killed by him!"

She used her hands and feet to crawl towards Ning Ruoqing.

Ning Quruo's eyes narrowed coldly.

"Second Master Ning?"

He turned around and looked at the man behind him.

As calm as ever, as compassionate as ever.

Ning Quruo curled up her lips, put her foot on Mrs. Fu's back, and looked at her lightly,

"Sister-in-law Fu, do you know my second uncle?"