"Miss just went in like that?" Cheng Shi incredulously looked towards Wang Meijuan.
"Yes, without resistance. Did you see that? I told you, Miss must be fond of Mr. Leng. Just look at how determined she was just now; even a few bulls couldn't hold her back, only Mr. Leng could calm her down."
"Hmm, quite obedient, not bad," Granny Yu nodded her head in great satisfaction.
Immediately after, the three turned and entered the kitchen.
...
Meanwhile, in the dining room.
"Is it here, the place that got hurt?" Leng Lingxiao intently stared into Tang Xiaowan's eyes, but his hand pointed towards the area near her left collarbone.
The scar was already faint, very light.
Through her clothes, Leng Lingxiao naturally couldn't see it, but he knew it was there.
"Huahua, what... what are you doing?"
As soon as she spoke, Leng Lingxiao swiftly walked to the dining table, grabbed the hunting knife, and plunged it into his shoulder; blood gushed out in an instant.
"Now do you believe me?"
