"Hehe..."
Hearing these words, An Xiangrong almost laughed in anger, and indeed, she did laugh. Looking at Wei Hong, An Xiangrong spoke coldly, "According to your logic, if I wanted to kill you, as long as you don't die, there would be no issue."
As her words fell, An Xiangrong pulled out a dagger. Before Wei Hong could react, the dagger in An Xiangrong's hand was already stabbing towards Wei Hong.
The spot was right on Wei Hong's arm, exactly the same as where Xu Zhian was injured.
"Ah..."
Wei Hong didn't expect An Xiangrong to actually dare to take action and only screamed after a few seconds of reaction.
"Wha—Wha—?!"
Outside the door.
When Director Cheng heard the scream, his eyes were full of worry. He wasn't concerned for Wei Hong's safety, but rather worried that this incident would affect his factory.
What a disaster he has brought upon himself by hiring such a person.
