Clang——
The sharp knife with a cold glint pierced the thick wooden tabletop.
The whole table shook, making eerie creaking sounds.
Those sounds echoed in everyone's heart.
"Ruanruan!" Yuan Xiuqin screamed out, frightened out of her wits.
Fu Chi stared at the somewhat chilly girl, squinting slightly, his expression unchanged.
"Ah!"
Ge Zhengfei closed his eyes, shivering violently. He was soaked in cold sweat; his clothes were damp, beads were rolling down his cheeks, and his hair was immensely sticky.
His face was as pale as a sheet.
That dagger was wedged between Ge Zhengfei's fingers, avoiding his hand.
The sharp blade of the knife was mere millimeters away from his skin.
Yuan Mingyue was so scared that she collapsed on the floor, almost speechless.
Jiang Ruan looked coldly at Ge Zhengfei: "Who gave you the right to touch her?"
