Carrying a Weapon

Looking at Xia Xibei being so persistent, Qiao Haoming began to feel that she was beautiful for being so stubborn.

She was worthy of being the one he wanted!

"Have you seen enough?"

The look in his eyes made Xia Xibei frown so much that she wanted to punch someone.

"Xibei, I know the reason why you don't want to accept this endorsement, but after all, we are family-"

"Stop!" Xia Xibei's mouth twitched. "Who is your family?"

Qiao Haoming laughed and walked towards Xia Xibei, "Don't be shy now…"

The next second, his smile froze, a knife appearing from nowhere against his neck. 

It was as if the knife would fall on his neck if he was not careful.

Qiao Haoming's face immediately changed. 

"You- What are you doing?"

In the next second, the knife disappeared.