The already sobbing Ning Zitong heard Mu Shaoqian's resolute words, and cried out in terror!
"Mu Shaoqian, I am not Mu Qianyuan."
Suddenly.
In the silent and tense atmosphere, Yan Xinxin spoke a sentence.
Mu Jingheng and the crying Ning Zitong were suddenly stunned, and the knife in Mu Shaoqian's hand abruptly stopped at Mu Qianshui's chest.
Yan Xinxin stepped forward, standing merely two meters away from Mu Shaoqian.
She lifted her small face, calmly looking at him, and glanced at Mu Qianshui who was nearly breathless under his grip.
"Mu Shaoqian, listen carefully, I am not Mu Qianyuan, so you have not wronged me, nor do you need to kill someone to atone for me."
Seeing the firm and calm gaze of Yan Xinxin, Mu Shaoqian laughed.
"Yuan, this time you can't fool your brother, brother won't be deceived again, and will not persist in wrong beliefs."
Mu Shaoqian looked at Yan Xinxin, smiled, and spoke.
