Where's the best place to cut?
If I cut off a few fingers, my big brother wouldn't get too mad, right?
He has already endured enough for long enough!
Lan Yuyi was scared and quickly retracted her hand.
Lu Lingche, however, with a malicious look in his eyes, kept staring at her hand, seemingly contemplating which finger to cut off.
Madam Lu noticed something was off: "Lingche, why are you holding that knife all this while? You're scaring Yuyi; put it down quickly!"
Lu Lingche didn't respond to her. Instead, he coldly glared at Lan Yuyi and said: "I'm not my elder brother; there won't be a next time."
Having said that, he forcefully slammed the knife into the wooden dining table with a loud clang.
A dead silence draped over the dining room.
Lu Mingzhen was displeased: "What are you doing? Can't we just have a peaceful meal?"
Lu Lingche seemingly heard nothing, stood up and walked out straight away.
