Old Sir Zhong and Old Madam Zhong did not look at Li Yiqiu with kind eyes.
Because if things were really as Zhong Niangyao had described, Li Yiqiu's actions today had been with the intent to kill Zhong Niangyao. They had all seen it clearly; the tip of the knife had been aimed at Zhong Niangyao's chest.
Had that knife really struck Zhong Niangyao, then Zhong Niangyao would have indeed been in danger.
So, the more they looked at Li Yiqiu, the colder their hearts grew.
Li Yiqiu kept her head down and wept, her face full of the injustice of being wronged. She could feel Zhong Niangyao's meaningful gaze upon her, but she just didn't dare to meet it.
At that moment, her heart was also filled with regret. She regretted that her attack had been too hasty and without proper planning, leading to such a significant oversight.
