276 Isn't she your favorite woman?

"Jingteng, I..."

Wenqing had no idea how to explain. Mo Jingteng wanted to settle new and old scores with her at once.

"You are not going to say it, are you?"

The veins on the back of Mo Jingteng's hand, gripping the fruit knife, bulged grotesquely. He lost patience and the sharp blade glided across Wenqing's contorted face from fear. This time, however, there no sharp, terrifying screams. She passed out immediately.

A streak of blood appeared on her face. Zixuan was shocked and instinctively stepped forward to grab Mo Jingteng and pleaded in a trembling voice, "Dad, calm down please. Mom has passed out. Killing her now won't do any good."

"Get off!"

The chilly gaze of Mo Jingteng swept over Zixuan. Whether out of fright or being harshly thrown off by him, his tall body retreated two steps before he finally steadied himself.