The sounds of smashing still hadn't stopped.
Jiang Nanshu, wearing a long-sleeve nightgown, walked to the front gate of the neighboring villa, feeling somewhat cold as the late-night wind blew over.
At this time, the mansion gate of the neighboring villa was open, with a black luxury car parked outside, its doors open and headlights on.
There was no one inside or outside the car, so Jiang Nanshu entered without any hindrance.
"Wuwuwu, I don't want to, I want my mom, I don't want to go, wuwuwu," the child's crying and shouting was loud.
A black-clad bodyguard was dragging him, holding the struggling child who couldn't break free.
Because their attention was divided, they bumped into Jiang Nanshu.
Jiang Nanshu stepped back to stabilize her staggered figure.
The bodyguard was shocked, nearly scared to death.
At this hour, how could anyone possibly be wandering around in this mansion.
He looked up and saw a young girl.
