Zhou Yang pursed his lips, looking at the dagger in Jiangli's hand, feeling somewhat timid.
Jiangli knew what he was afraid of, "Don't worry, if I really wanted your life, it wouldn't matter whether I had this knife or not."
With that said, she directly handed the dagger to Bai Changfeng.
Bai Changfeng immediately took it and put the dagger away.
Jiangli stood up and said, "Xia Xin, help him up."
Xia Xin snapped back to reality, quickly came over, and reached out to help Zhou Yang up.
However, Zhou Yang shrank back.
Xia Xin's hand froze mid-air, and he couldn't help but look at Jiangli.
Jiangli gave him a look.
"Mr. Zhou, don't be afraid, we don't mean to hurt you, please come out—"
Xia Xin braced himself and grabbed Zhou Yang's arm.
Zhou Yang seemed evasive, but in the end, he obediently let Xia Xin pull him out from the corner of the table.
Xia Xin supported him and walked over to a nearby chair to sit down.
