Seeing her still figure, Li Nanheng asked coldly: "Feng Ling, who am I?"
She did not answer. However, it was clear that if she did not recognize him as Li Nanheng, she would have already killed him.
She recognized him, but she clearly did not wish to admit it.
Li Nanheng watched her; his gaze was cold.
Feng Ling remained stiff. Li Nanheng did not reach out to snatch her knife. Instead, he stretched his hand out toward her: "I'm here. There's no need to be afraid. Give me the knife first, en?"
It was clear that she had suffered a tremendous fright.
Her eyes were reddened, and it carried mistrust against everyone, including him.
"You've already killed someone. Wasn't that sufficient to calm you down?" Li Nanheng spoke coldly, "If you've yet to compose yourself, scram back to the car, and cool off. Hand the knife to me. I'll settle this."
