Qiao Anran personally poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Yang Fan: "You've worked hard."
Yang Fan wasn't shy, and took a sip from the cup.
Nolan Hui walked over and tentatively asked Yang Fan, "The ability to cut hair from a distance that you just showed, was that a trick to the eye, or magic?"
"Of course not. Don't believe me? Try it yourself." Yang Fan grabbed a magazine and tossed it to her.
Nolan Hui held the magazine in her hand, still a bit scared: "Don't mess up, okay?" If her face were to be cut by Yang Fan, that would be terrible.
Yang Fan didn't say anything; suddenly, with a whoosh, a shiny dagger flew out from his hand, precisely cutting the magazine that Nolan Hui was holding in half.
Luckily, Nolan Hui mustered up the courage and did not close her eyes. She saw the same scene that she had seen outside, exactly.
The most bizarre thing was that Nolan Hui did not see how the dagger flew back into Yang Fan's hand.
