As soon as Song Zhiyi's voice appeared, Song Xuewei really reacted.

She turned around to look out the door, and the moment she saw Song Zhiyi and Gu Jinyan, her expression became hideous.

"Song Zhiyi."

"You ***!!"

She was so excited that she threw away the doll in her hand and ran towards the iron gate.

She clung to the railing of the iron gate and shook wildly.

"I'm going to kill you."

"I'm going to kill you."

She roared wildly, and her voice took on a hoarse sense of brokenness.

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to grab Song Zhiyi.

Song Zhiyi looked indifferently at her hand trying to reach out from the crack to grab her, with an indifferent expression.

"Kill me?"

"You don't look at yourself, do you still have the ability to do this."

Song Zhiyi's voice was extremely cold, Gu Jinyan was afraid that Song Xuewei would go crazy and really hurt Song Zhiyi, so she protected Song Zhiyi on her body and spoke.

"Don't you want to see me and Zhiyi?"

"Now let's talk about it."

"The whereabouts of the child."

When Song Xuewei heard the word "child", her expression was stunned for a moment, and she immediately glanced at her arms.

"Child?"

"What about my child?"

After she walked around the ground, she found the doll she was holding before, then held the doll and continued to sit on the ground and coax the child to sleep.

Song Zhiyi frowned when she saw Song Xuewei's appearance at the moment.

Gu Jinyan also lowered his face, glanced at the staff, and said in a deep voice.

"Take her doll, take it."

When the staff heard the sound, they immediately opened the iron door and walked in, and when they wanted to take the doll in Song Xuewei's hand, Song Xuewei suddenly rushed out of the ward and rushed towards Song Zhiyi.

Fortunately, Jin Wenchen's eyes were quick, and he reached out and grabbed Song Xuewei's hand.

Song Xuewei was holding a sharp fruit knife in her hand, which was obviously hidden in the doll in advance.

just waited for Song Zhiyi to appear, and then shot at Song Zhiyi.

Jin Wenchen held Song Xuewei's hand tightly, as if he was about to break Song Xuewei's hand.

Song Xuewei was in pain, the knife in her hand fell to the ground, and she made a sound in pain.

Qin Xicheng bent down and picked up the fruit knife on the ground, his face was extremely cold.

When there was such a problem in the industry under his name, and he almost hurt someone, his face was naturally ugly.

"Who gave her the doll?"

Qin Xicheng asked in a cold voice.

The staff was immediately frightened and did not dare to make a sound, and after taking the doll, they immediately said that they would go to investigate the surveillance.

Song Xuewei's hand had been broken by Jin Wenchen, but Jin Wenchen had no intention of letting go, looking at Song Xuewei with gloomy eyes, and said coldly.

"Where the hell is the child?"

His voice was cold, and his eyes were bloodthirsty.

It was the first time Song Zhiyi had seen Jin Wenchen like this.

Jin Wenchen who I saw before always had a smiling face and an approachable appearance.

At this moment, when I saw him playing ruthlessly, I knew that he was really ruthless.

Song Xuewei leaned against the wall in pain and did not return to Jin Wenchen's words.

Jin Wenchen narrowed his eyes slightly, and pressed Song Xuewei's dislocated hand.

Song Xuewei immediately let out a scream.

Now she dislocated not only her wrist, but also her shoulder.

Her whole arm hung down weakly, no matter how hard Song Xuewei tried to lift her arm, she had no strength.

"You ......"

Her face was painful and pale.

His eyes looked at Gu Jinyan almost immediately.

"Ah Yan ......"

"Help me."

Gu Jinyan looked at Song Xuewei's miserable appearance, there was no emotional change in her eyes, and she directly ignored Song Xuewei's request for help.

He just wanted to know the whereabouts of the child.

As for what Song Xuewei is bearing now, she deserves it.