In the spring season, a girl in pale pink clothes stood on the cliff, her body covered with red blood. She stared at the man in front of her who was pointing a gun at her, and said coldly: "Uncle, do you really want to kill me?" The person opposite laughed coldly, "Yes, who is Xian Qiao? You are so smart, by the old lady I am not willing to accept Taixuan as the next head of the Meng family. How can a little girl be the head of a family? It is really a big joke." Meng Xianqiao squinted at the uncle with a sinister face in front of her. She felt cold and stepped back slowly. She said, even if I die, I will not hand over the token of the head. Just wait for the next life!