"No, I'll marry you, please, don't push my mother down! No, Aunt Chu, no!! Mother!!"
The river was fast and a huge boulder was tied to Zhao Wanrong's feet. If the boulder fell into the water, she would have no chance of survival. She is like a duckweed, unable to control her life or death.
"I hate you, give my mother back, give my mother back! I'm going to kill you! Kill you!" Seeing her mother sinking to the bottom of the river with no chance of survival, An Ling'er collapsed. With the strength she didn't know where she came from, she pushed away the person who was holding her, rushed to the river, and jumped in without thinking.
"Ha! Both mothers and daughters are equally stupid." Chu Suqing glanced at the river, which was still rushing but had nothing unusual, and left with a puff of sleeves.
Her body was swaying like catkins in the river, with no support in her hands. The turbid river water instantly filled her lungs, taking away the remaining oxygen from her.