Nan Yangyang's face was filled with indescribable terror. Her pupils were wide open, and her body shrank into a small ball in the back seat.
"Don't be nervous..." Huo Mingyue held a knife in her hand, the beautiful blade glinting silver-white and looking extremely sharp.
"Huo Mingyue, what are you going to do?" Huo Mingyue's slender fingers caressed the blade, "Not much, I just want to know, where is Chen Yuxi?"
"Chen Yuxi? How would I know where he is!" Nan Yangyang's breath was weak with tension, fearing to provoke Huo Mingyue.
"You don't know?" Huo Mingyue touched her face with the cold handle of the knife.
Nan Yangyang leaned still, unable to believe that the woman who was laughing with her a second ago was now pointing a knife at her.
If the car suddenly braked, and Huo Mingyue lost control of the knife, wouldn't the blade stab straight into her face?
The thought of it already made her feel the pain intensely.
