I Like An Honest Person

"Are you not going to say anything?" Shi Yuting raised his eyebrows, the corner of his lips lifted ever so slightly that it was almost unnoticeable. 

That cold eyes of his screamed nothing but danger. 

Upon meeting his sharp glare, Jin Qianba did not hesitate again or even more so feign innocence. 

He slowly raised his right hand in fear. "This… This one…"

Shi Yuting grinned. "Good, I like an honest person."

Seeing his smile, Jin Qianba thought his truthful confession had already made up his crimes, and could not help but feel overjoyed. 

However, in the very next moment, Shi Yuting took out an exquisite pen from his chest pocket. Jin Qianba only caught sight of the pen when it changed into a small dagger. 

Suddenly, with a quick motion, Shi Yuting stabbed at Jin Qianba's raised arm on the coffee table. He then felt a tinge of pain slowly coursing through his whole body after a moment of numbness.