"Back then, Yun was holding a knife, and I saw it was about to fall on me."
Thinking of that moment, Bei Xier still felt a lingering fear.
Her gaze involuntarily turned towards Mu Xiaoyao.
"That knife, I couldn't dodge it, and in the end, someone got hurt."
"Where did you get injured? Qingyue, quickly call the doctor to check on Xi'er."
Everyone was surprised by the Old Madam's level of concern for Bei Xier.
For a granddaughter she took in, is this kind of care a bit excessive?
No matter how you looked at it, it seemed that Bei Xier was more like the Old Madam's biological granddaughter than Nangong Yun.
Although Bei Qingyue also had doubts in her heart, she couldn't disobey the Old Madam's orders.
She was about to call someone when Bei Xier stopped her.
"It's not me who got hurt, mom, don't worry."
She looked at Mu Xiaoyao with a complicated expression.
"It was Mr. Mu Xiaoyao who got stabbed for saving me."
