Jing Jing looked in Jing Hao's direction and then at Jing Yu, who had landed in her hands. She sneered and said, "Twins? Su Wan, I didn't expect you to be so lucky, but…"
Jing Jing held Jing Yu's neck with one hand and raised the dagger with the other to rub it against Jing Yu's small face. Her face was ferocious, and her eyes were no longer as pitiful as before. Instead, they were cold and ruthless, and there was a cold smile on her lips.
Everyone was frightened by Jing Jing's pause and action. They all gasped and broke out in cold sweat for Jing Yu. Some people were secretly watching Su Wan's reaction.
Jing Yu was a four-year-old child after all. This was the first time he had seen a cold blade so close to him. He couldn't help but feel a little afraid, but he didn't show it on his face. His two small hands clenched into fists.
Jing Chen and the others looked at the knife nervously, afraid that the blade would immediately break Jing Yu's skin.
