That group of people immediately took two steps back, always maintaining a safe distance from Yang Ruxin.
"Dani, you you you... don't act rashly..." Yang Baichuan cowered at the sight of the kitchen knife, stammering now, "You still have younger siblings, they... they're still young..."
"Since we're going to die anyway, why bother with all this? Who let them be born into the Yang Family? They just have to suffer," said Yang Ruxin, stepping forward with determination. Holding the kitchen knife that glinted cold in the sunlight made her even more intimidating.
"You..." Yang Anshi was utterly lost for words at that moment, truly frightened that the other might recklessly come at her with a knife.
"Uncle Xiaowu, please quickly say something." At that moment, Yang Baihe smartly turned and pushed Yang Baixiang, who was standing outside, forward.
