Xiaochang's eyes flickered, as if she also understood the crux of the matter.
She racked her brains to come up with an idea, hoping to make an impression in front of Jia Xiantian, so he wouldn't always think of her as a clueless child.
"Brother Jia, do you have any way to knock him unconscious and keep him from waking up? When I get back, I'll tell my father that he tried to molest me and that I accidentally hurt him."
Jia Xiantian's mouth twitched; he knew this girl wouldn't have any good ideas. If she really said that, she would be immediately exposed. Her father would probably find out the truth without anyone noticing, and she herself wasn't aware of it.
Seeing Jia Xiantian's darkening expression, Xiaochang retracted her neck and continued to think.
Her gaze fell on the dagger scattered on the ground, the one Mingyu had used earlier to try to kill her, and her mind finally cleared up.
