The man holding the knife loosened his grip slightly, and his eyes began to look somewhat dispersed.
Lin Siyan, seeing his expression, had some calculations in her heart. She spoke up, "Mo Bai is right. I'm happy that you like me, but I also hope that you can bless Mo Bai and me, and I hope you won't do such foolish things that hurt others without benefiting yourself."
While Lin Siyan seemed to be persuading him, to a crazed fan these words could only be heard as a demand to bless Mo Bai and herself. In Lin Siyan's eyes, his behavior seemed foolish as well.
The man couldn't accept it. He looked at Lin Siyan and shrieked, "If you leave with me, I'll let her go! We'll go to a place without these people, Siyan, I've thought it all through. I didn't come here blindly, follow me, and I will make you happy!"
His emotions grew more intense, and Xia Wanwan could feel the knife at her throat as if it was about to break the skin and plunge into her flesh.
