Just then.
Sun Neng's dagger gently sliced across He Mingxuan's cheek, crimson blood flowing and feeling the warmth and pain of it, He Mingxuan couldn't help but tremble.
"Remember, this is the last time, otherwise next time it won't just be your cheek that gets cut,"
"Get lost."
Listening to that icy voice.
He Mingxuan fled in panic, but as he turned his back, he also let out a deep sigh of relief. Although the process was terrifying, it was good that the desired outcome was achieved.
It's just that his face really hurt.
Sun Neng watched He Mingxuan's retreating figure and then looked around the empty office, his thoughts drifting chaotically.
Over at Miao Yan's place.
With He Mingxuan's return, she noticed that something was off with everyone's expressions.
"What's wrong with you all? I've already talked to him, and he's agreed. You don't have to go out to find supplies anymore,"
Everyone looked at He Mingxuan, sweat still on his forehead.
