Liu Gang's face showed a hint of cunning.
Zhang Hao sensed something wrong and quickly pulled He Qianhui out of the bedroom.
"Sister-in-law, you go first. I've got this."
He Qianhui was also somewhat nervous; she knew Liu Gang all too well.
Whenever he showed such an expression, it meant that what would happen next was likely to be out of control.
"Hao, be careful," she barely finished speaking.
Out of the corner of her eye, He Qianhui noticed something missing from the fruit plate on the coffee table in the living room—
a fruit knife.
It was a fruit knife as long as a palm, and an ominous thought surfaced.
He Qianhui loudly warned Zhang Hao, "Hao, your cousin might be holding a fruit knife."
Just as Zhang Hao was distracted for that second.
Liu Gang pulled out the fruit knife and stabbed it towards him. Fortunately, Zhang Hao reacted quickly and dodged.
He Qianhui was so scared that she was frozen, forgetting to escape.
