Zhao Chuchu said calmly, "Give a detailed list of what you have taken over the past year. Also, I'm a timid person. You may scare me if you shout again. If my hand trembles, this dagger may pierce your throat by accident. I don't know if I can save you then."
Madam Yang's voice went hoarse. "Don't kill me..."
"Have you forgotten what I just said? Just tell me what you have taken."
"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't take anything."
"Oh, that's strange. Is it possible that our family's rice, flour, oil, and salt sprouted legs and ran off by themselves?"
Zhao Chuchu smiled menacingly as she inched closer to Madam Yang. She whispered, "If you don't tell me, I will slit your throat in slow motion. Over time, you will bleed to death. Do you want to give it a try?"
