Gu Qingxin glared at him fiercely, and bit his hand. She bit down hard, causing Ming Xiang to yelp in pain. He retaliated by slapping her across the face, with the knife in his hand narrowly missing her cheek. The sharp pain brought tears to Gu Qingxin's eyes...
"Qingxin..." Bai Qianqian wished she could fly over and save her. Seeing the blood trickle down Gu Qingxin's cheek, her heart clenched in pain.
She suddenly rushed over to Beiming Han and pleaded anxiously, "Young master Han, I beg you to save Qingxin. If you don't, no one else will."
"Take her away," Beiming Han emotionlessly watched the scene unfold, and ordered someone to escort Bai Qianqian away.
"Beiming Han, why don't we negotiate?" Ming Xiang gently licked the blood off his knife.
"Negotiate with me? You don't have the standing," Beiming Han replied coldly, a sarcastic smile flickering around his mouth.
