"Cheng Yu, what scene are you trying to enact?" An Hao wasn't worried about her knife; she hadn't felt threatened by a blade in her dream.
Therefore, the blade was not the condition threatening her.
"Can't you see? I want Qin Jian to make a choice," Cheng Yu finished speaking and pointed towards Qin Jian, who was gradually getting closer, "Stand back! Otherwise, it's very likely that both of us will jump off here together."
Qin Jian's hands were clenched tightly, cold sweat seeping from his palms as he stood less than two meters from them, his expressionless face showing not the slightest emotion, "I'll stay right here! Ask your question!"
Yan Ye and Cheng Yue sweated bullets, both maintaining their original postures without moving.
Luo Gang approached Cheng Yu without expression.
"Luo Gang, you stop too! If I find out you're harboring other intentions, I'll die for you to see!" Since things had come this far, she no longer cared about anything.