Meng Yan's voice continued.
And Gu Xinzhou could clearly feel the knife against her neck loosen a bit.
An idea crossed her mind.
If she moved her neck back and quickly raised her hand to block it, even if she got injured, cutting her hand was better than just waiting helplessly to have her throat slit, which was the most dangerous.
Meng Jie's emotions were completely captured by the recording Zhang Wei played.
His hand started to tremble.
The trembling made Song Zhen's heart almost leap out of his throat.
Song Zhen and the others noticed that Gu Xinzhou's small hand was inching upwards, bit by bit, like she was planning something deliberate.
This made Song Zhen even more nervous.
Just as Gu Xinzhou stiffened, seeming to be brewing a big move, Song Zhen suddenly raised his hand.
Whoosh!
"Ah!" Meng Jie screamed, the knife in his palm falling to the ground: "You bunch of..."
The rest of his words were drowned in the bodyguards' surge forward.
