Since Gu Xiaonan had decided that she wanted to make An Qi lose something, even if it was not an important organ of hers being trampled on, Gu Xiaonan was determined that she must at least suffer some scratches to her face, or suffer the kind of wound that could never heal.
When the woman received the throat-slitting cue from Gu Xiaonan, she slid a sharp blade out from her sleeve. She had learned this skill in her early years from her first love, who was a pickpocket. In fact, if it had not been for that b*stard, she would not have been reduced to the state of carrying bags for others now!
From Gu Xiaonan's words, which were quite provocative, the woman was under the impression that An Qi was a domineering lady. Thus, when she raised her hand high, not to push An Qi's shoulder but to scratch An Qi's beautiful and delicate face, she did not feel sorry at all. Instead, she rather felt pride of the fact that she was getting rid of an evil person for the rest of the people's own good!
