Fang Yuhuan didn't turn on the external audio, so she didn't know what the president of Fang's was saying to her grandfather.
She just sat on the ground in a daze, looking at the knife by her hand—something she just intended to use on that white cat.
Fang Yuhuan had his back to her. If at this moment, she used this knife to make him unable to speak forever...
This thought was growing stronger.
An Weiwei's hand could hardly control itself as it reached towards the knife handle that was just within reach.
"...No need to be polite. Just hope the old gentleman can discipline his own junior, so as not to regret it later."
A small figure quietly approached him.
"If I were you, I would immediately put down what I'm holding." The cold voice was very clear in the night.
An Weiwei's figure paused and suddenly, without hesitation, she sped up and thrust the knife handle towards the figure in front of her.
