Looking through the impeccably clean glass, Mu Wanqing clearly saw that it was not anyone sitting inside, but Yang Mufan and his party.
After learning that they had not boarded the plane, my heart, which was floating high in the sky, finally landed a little.
At this moment, Yang Mufan and the three brothers from the Tian family were sitting in silence around a huge dining table.
Yang Mufan sat on the main seat, Yang Mu An sat on his right hand side, and Wen Xiaorou took Yang Mu Sheng to the farthest seat from him.
The three brothers from the Tian family were sitting on both sides of the long dining table, their brows furrowed, as if they were squeezed uneasily by the strange aura between Yang Mufan and Wen Xiaorou.
Mu Wanqing originally wanted to go in and say hello.
But when he saw Yang Mufan's gloomy face, he didn't even want to glance at Wen Xiaorou from the corner of his eye. He was obviously still angry, and Wen Xiaorou's face didn't look good either.
Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she glanced out of the corner of her eye and inadvertently noticed: At this moment, someone walked out of the restaurant. In the light and shadow reflected from the opened glass door, she was horrified to see... a man in black wearing sunglasses.
The man slowly raised a pistol wrapped in a tablecloth, and the black muzzle was actually pointed at...
Realizing the direction of the gun, Mu Wanqing shouted into the restaurant in fear: "An'an, get down -"
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The crisp sound of bullets piercing the glass wall was earth-shattering.
At that moment, Mu Wanqing was frightened and suffocated. She felt that her heartbeat was about to stop and her blood had solidified.
She stared blankly at the goblet on the dining table that was shattered by bullets, with glass foam flying everywhere, and she couldn't calm down for a long time.
Mu Wanqing didn't react until Yang Mufan tentatively sat up from the dining table holding Yang Muan, whose cheek was scratched by glass shards.
At that moment, she moaned uncontrollably.
When Sirius and others reacted, they followed the direction of the bullets and immediately chased them.
Mu Wanqing fell weakly to the ground, crying hysterically and feeling heartbroken.
The moment she heard Yang Mu'an crying, Mu Wanqing crawled into the restaurant almost crying, and then held the frightened Yang Mu'an tightly in her arms.
She couldn't imagine what would have happened if she had not come to the restaurant or if she had left early.
And that bullet penetrated not only the goblet, but also his chest.
"Mom, mom..." Yang Muan hugged Mu Wanqing's neck and cried until she was out of breath.
Mu Wanqing pressed Yang Mu'an firmly to her chest, tears rolling down one after another uncontrollably, and her thin body was shaking violently.
She is so grateful to God.
Fortunately, An An is fine.
Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to survive.
Mu Wanqing hugged Yang Mu'an, then turned to stare at the man beside her with blood-red eyes. She must have gone crazy with anger to slap him in the face, losing all her sense.
Seeing that Yang Mufan remained motionless in the beaten position, Mu Wanqing roared heartbreakingly: "Didn't you promise me that you would protect your son?! Didn't you put him in any danger of harm?!
Then tell me, what happened just now?! Yang Mufan, will you protect your son?! If you don’t have the ability or the ability, then give your son back to me——!!”
As she spoke, Mu Wanqing picked up Yang Mu'an, who was holding her tightly, and planned to get up and leave.
But Yang Mufan grabbed her wrist and said in a hoarse voice, but extremely dangerous: "You are not allowed to take your son away..."
ps: Mayfair has to go out tomorrow, so there is no way to update. I updated tomorrow’s chapter in advance today.