She looked on with relish. Even without a fruit knife, it was also quite enjoyable to just bite into the fruit.
Seeing that Mu Mianmian had seized the knife, Yu Changmo subconsciously wanted to get up and stop her. In a family fight, small arguments could be pleasant, but big ones could turn life-threatening.
But when Black looked closely, he relaxed and sat down again.
Mu Mianmian held the fruit knife against her neck, frightening Chen Baichuan till his legs trembled. "Mianmian, what are you doing? put it down…"
"Since you don't want this family anymore, what's the meaning to me living on? Are you going to talk? Are you?" Mu Mianmian threatened him while sobbing.
To deal with this kind of horrible man who regarded his face as all-important, it was necessary to tuck away whatever values she had at critical moments. Talking and advising him nicely would only be of use if he listened to her in the first place.
