A faint murderous intent lightly wafted from the kitchen.
Ouyang Xiaoya, gripping a kitchen knife, advanced menacingly upon Lin Hai from the kitchen.
Her pretty face was cold enough to freeze three feet of chilly water.
"Tiger..."
"What did you say?!" Ouyang Xiaoya's voice came word by word through clenched teeth.
"Oh no, I meant CEO, you scared me, I was so frightened I almost called you by the wrong name," Lin Hai tried to back away quietly, only to find Falk blocking his retreat with that same lighter from last time in hand.
The kitchen knife shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, as if blessed with a CEO's BUFF.
"CEO, we can talk this out, can't we put the knife down first? There's no assurance, if you chop in the wrong place, you'll end up a widow," Lin Hai cautiously pleaded.
Ouyang Xiaoya's eyes were ablaze with raging anger, even the little fists clutching the kitchen knife were tense with veins popping.
