"Yes!"
Huo Qiang's face showed no signs of emotion.
He sprung into action immediately.
From within his cowhide boots, he pulled out a dagger.
Without saying a word, he directed the razor-sharp blade toward his thigh.
Just as the dagger was about to pierce through his clothes, a white and delicate hand reached out and forcefully grasped the blade.
Scarlet blood trickled down, instantly dying Huo Qiang's black pants a dark color.
Upon seeing this scene, Huo Yirong's eyebrows twitched in amusement, the playfulness revealing itself on his charming face.
"Second Master, it's my incompetence that's to blame, not my Uncle Qiang."
Huo Zhi's hand was stained crimson to its grip on the blade. She stared resolutely at the man leaning casually against the door frame.
"Are you questioning my judgement?" Huo Yirong smiled devilishly at the corner of his lip.
