Jian Qingqing's anger grew as she spoke, and the dagger in her hand was now close to Shi Nuan's arm, cutting a long gash into her fair skin.
Shi Nuan grimaced in pain and said, "Jian Qingqing, stop. Everything you're doing now will ruin you, and in the end, you'll have nothing either."
"Shut up!" Jian Qingqing shouted, thrusting the dagger directly toward Shi Nuan's heart. "Don't blame me if you're dead. Blame Lu Xingshen. He's the one who's ruined you, it's all his fault. If it weren't for him, you would have been recognized long ago, and I wouldn't have wasted so many years for nothing!"
Shi Nuan thought she was doomed, but at that moment, she felt exceptionally calm.
Just then, a bodyguard next to Jian Qingqing suddenly shouted, "Something's wrong, Miss Jian. A large group of people is heading toward us."
