Li Yiqiu frantically tried to control her body, but still couldn't stabilize herself, and the sharp tip of the knife headed straight for Zhong Niangyao's chest.
This scene terrified everyone present. Events had unfolded too swiftly for anyone to react, and all they could do was watch helplessly as it unfolded.
Even some of the more timid ladies had already covered their eyes with their hands, fearing the sight of the bloody scene that was about to transpire.
Panic was written all over Li Yiqiu's face, but in a place where no one else could see, a glint of excitement and madness flashed in her eyes.
In the nick of time, Lu Yichen turned around rapidly and embraced Zhong Niangyao, dodging to the side. Although he moved quickly, his arm was still slashed through his clothes, cutting the skin beneath, and the fresh red blood, although not glaringly obvious, did dampen his black suit in one area.
