Lin Xi

The woman standing at the door was shocked by the sudden opening of the door. In the next moment, the cold and sharp blade was pressed against her neck. The sharp blade made her shiver, and a layer of goosebumps appeared on her neck.

There was a porcelain bowl on the tray in her hand. The meat soup emitted the fragrance of minced meat. After the porcelain bowl fell to the ground and shattered, the hot soup immediately scalded her fair calf.

Her round eyes were filled with fear, and her pink lips were slightly parted. She took a deep breath, but she couldn't make a single 'sound. In the next moment, she fell back and fell to the ground.

When Zhao Cheng saw that he had frightened her, he immediately put away his knife. Then, he hurriedly bent down to help the woman who had fallen.

"Miss Lin, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you. I'm really sorry for frightening you."