Chu Anning had never seen such a look in Zhou Yinghuai's eyes before, so piercingly cold and brimming with malevolence.
She sensed an indescribable danger and instinctively stepped back, but in the next moment, her neck too was pressed against with a knife.
For a moment, Chu Anning forgot to breathe. She stared at Zhou Yinghuai's face, so close at hand, his murderous intent strong yet mostly concealed underneath his dignified and gentle facade, but even a glimpse of it was terrifying.
Chu Anning couldn't speak.
"Zhou Yinghuai, put the knife down!" Chu Boyuan's heart was in his throat; he instinctively raised his hand in a stopping motion, extremely flustered, "Just calm down first, don't touch Anning!"
Zhou Yinghuai's gaze swept over Chu Anning's pale face before finally settling on her neck, "Is this how you treated Tantan back then?"
