"Parasite? Orphan? Telling me to scram? A lowly servant? He Qing, I remember I warned you a long time ago not to mess with me, especially not to disrespect Aunt Xu. Even though I'm Xia Weiyi with nothing now, I'm not someone you can afford to provoke."
As she spoke, she turned her head and without hesitation, snatched up a pair of scissors from the reception desk and pointed them straight at He Qing's throat, causing He Qing's body to shudder violently out of fear, her eyes wide with terror as she stared at Xia Weiyi.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"What am I doing?" Xia Weiyi asked nonchalantly, twirling the scissors in her hand before slowly sliding them from He Qing's face to her neck, smiling as she said.
"I just want to see whether the scissors from Yedi are sharper or those from Xinhong Garden. Last time I cut your clothes, this time let's see if they can...cut through your throat."
With that, Xia Weiyi's hand moved, and a crisp 'snip—' echoed throughout the grand hall.
