"Director, did you suffer some trauma? Or are you sick? Want me to check your pulse and brew you some herbal medicine..." The girl gently suggested as she shifted the sword to her other hand, scaring Li Jianyu into a frantic retreat.
Xiang Yi finally realized something and explained, "You don't need to be nervous, it's not sharpened."
Whoosh—
She drew out the sword to show Li Jianyu but ended up scaring the good man so much he began to scream in terror. From the soft light, a silhouette burst toward the other direction in complete disregard of the people around him.
Shi Sui, who had gotten up early to exercise, calmly dodged the large human flesh pendant that had suddenly emerged.
"Morning." he looked to Xiang Yi with a light smile.
"Good morning, Senior." Xiang Yi said helplessly. "Senior, tell Director Li this sword is really not sharpened."
"Let me see." Shi Sui lazily approached her side.
"Daddy Shi——!"
