Yu Jingrong's eyes were as sharp as a knife's edge, radiating a bone-chilling cold, "I haven't even done anything malicious, yet I've been labeled a vicious woman. In that case, shouldn't I do something to not let the title you've given me be in vain? Like, say, killing you..."
Su Xin's complexion changed dramatically!
The three beauties of the workshop were also startled. Huang Ruixue and Deng Huiying were so frightened that they opened their mouths wide but couldn't make a sound. It was Huo Yunjing who stepped forward, tugging at Yu Jingrong's clothing: "Sister..."
As soon as her voice fell, Yu Jingrong withdrew her hand, but it seemed she had grabbed something shiny and cold, something metallic, and ran it across Su Xin's neck.
Su Xin could feel the cold metal gliding across her throat.
