Mo Qingxin's hand was still tightly clutching the dagger, blood already flowing down her hand, dripping onto her clothes.
The crimson blood spread out, particularly striking to the eye.
She stared at Shen Cheng, her eyes also beginning to turn a reddish hue: "There's no reason."
Shen Cheng didn't believe it.
But she knew that even if she continued to ask, it would be of no use.
She loosened her grip, and with a momentum, Mo Qingxin's body leaned back.
The dagger fell, and blood splattered all over the table!
In the cafe, someone finally noticed the corner.
Seeing Mo Qingxin covered in blood, everyone broke out in a cold sweat.
Some people, upon seeing such a scene, screamed in fright: "Ah! So much blood!"
"Murder, murder, is that a murder happening..."
"No way, didn't you see there are two women there? It must be that the negotiation failed and they started fighting."
"These days, women are really terrifying..."
