Being around Fu Shihan for a long time, many aspects are influenced, like the fact that one becomes quite chatty and sharp-tongued.
Jiang Cheng held back for a long time, but once he started talking, it was hard to stop.
"Knowing that Brother Han is already married and still clinging on like this, did your mom teach you? Trying to steal a man from Wan God, who the hell do you think you are? Idiot!"
Jiang Cheng cursed as he hit, all the way to the door, intending to hurl more insults at that crazy woman, when suddenly he saw her charging straight towards him with a sharp knife she had pulled out from who knows where.
Whoa... damn.
Jiang Cheng shut up, hurriedly dodged to the side, and his jacket got sliced open, barely avoiding being stabbed.
"Tsk." Cheng Yao, seeing she missed, murmured with some disappointment: "What a pity... This knife is coated with poison, just need one strike..."
