Slap!
Chen Jiahao's face suddenly met with a loud, resounding slap. It was Han Xiaoxiao who struck him, her pale hand swinging swiftly, the sound exceptionally crisp and pleasant. Not only was Chen Jiahao directly dumbstruck, but even Qin Hai and Bai Ruyan were somewhat startled.
Grinding her teeth, Han Xiaoxiao glared at Chen Jiahao, "Mr. Chen, run again, why don't you? Why aren't you running now?"
Slap!
Han Xiaoxiao slapped Chen Jiahao's face again, huffing angrily, "You even dared to hold a knife to Mengmeng's throat, believe it or not, I can kill you right here, right now!"
Having said that, she actually pulled out a small knife from behind her back, the very one Chen Jiahao had placed at Jin Yumeng's throat.
Qin Hai was sweating bullets; usually, this girl was careless and thoughtless, yet she dared to wield a knife. He had truly underestimated her.
He hurriedly snatched the knife away and stepped in front of Han Xiaoxiao, shielding her and frowning, "Enough foolishness!"