"Fine, if you want to save me, you won't have to now."
Zhao Shishi suddenly brought out the hand she had been hiding behind her back. To everyone's shock, she had a fruit knife, which she pointed at her own chest, apparently in a state of great agitation as she yelled.
"Shishi, don't! Dad is begging you, please put the knife down." Zhao Honghui was immediately panic-stricken when he saw the knife in Zhao Shishi's hand.
And just then, a sudden rumble of thunder came from outside, and abruptly, a downpour began. The sky was filled with flashes of lightning and thunder, as if foreshadowing something ominous.
"Shishi, don't be foolish."
Song Yuhan was startled to see Zhao Shishi pointing the knife at herself and began to plead with her.
"Dad, let Xiao Han go, or I'll die right in front of you." Zhao Shishi glanced at Song Yuhan with a guilty look and then spoke even more firmly to her father.
