A slight sneer came from the front.
Rong Qichuo couldn't believe it.
Rong Zhi was actually mocking him!!!
Again!
This is not the Rong Family Ancestral Hall; without Grandpa here, how dare she?!
Rong Qichuo almost instantly wanted to rush over and strangle Rong Zhi's slender white neck.
But instead, he first felt a cool object pressed against his neck.
A sharp, chilly sensation shot from the sensitive spot.
Rong Qichuo shivered from the cold, frozen in place.
Lowering his eyes, he saw Rong Zhi's snow-white right hand clutching a knife from God knows where, with a slender and sharp blade.
This knife was now pressed against his neck, and even the slightest effort from Rong Zhi could pierce his throat in an instant.
Rong Qichuo was scared stiff, completely forgetting how to move.
"Can you shut up?" Rong Zhi smiled leisurely, her captivating fox eyes slightly arching, the red at the corner of her eye lingering with a profound chill, "If not, I can help you."
