"Bang!"
Ning Bingcai was lying in bed when suddenly, the door behind him was kicked open.
Hastily turning over, he stared in shock at Ning Mengyao who was rushing in with a kitchen knife.
Ning Mengyao's gaze was extremely cold, scaring Ning Bingcai into sitting up straight.
"Meng Yao, what are you doing?"
"How dare you ask what I am doing? Why don't you reflect on your own actions? Today, I will kill you, you heartless beast!"
Ning Mengyao, gripping the knife, had never before contemplated murder.
"Meng Yao, don't get excited... I haven't done anything!"
Ning Bingcai, clutching his blanket, wondered why she was calling for violence when he was just sleeping soundly.
"Tell me, the two of you came back, was it to inquire about Lin Fan's illness?"
Ning Mengyao stood at the head of the bed, holding the kitchen knife.
The glaring blade was enough to make Ning Bingcai tremble in fear, but he dared not reveal the truth.
