"What have you done?" Han Chen, lying on the ground, could still see Butler Yi's pale face and the spot he was clutching.
"Do you want to try it, too?" Luo Qianqian, without any hesitation, tapped the blood-stained fruit knife on Han Chen's face, "But I'm afraid I don't have the courage to do it again, considering the extent of sins one must commit in a lifetime to end one's lineage in such a way?"
Han Chen's face turned pale, and with a bizarre expression, he looked through the people in the room toward Elvis, "Does this person need your protection? Do you really have to act like I've desecrated your family's grave just because I want to get close?"
"You don't understand," Elvis said calmly, but one could still hear the fluctuation in his voice, as if he were holding back pain.
Han Chen, looking at the bloody knife in Luo Qianqian's hand, twitched his mouth, "Can you keep that thing away from my face?"
