Zhang Qiqi spoke the words "killing with borrowed knife" in an indifferent tone.
Liu Dahong's eyelids twitched after hearing her, but he didn't make a sound immediately.
He glanced at the guard room window to ensure no one was outside before he looked at Zhang Qiqi with suspicion and asked,
"Killing with a borrowed knife? Whose knife? Kill whom?"
Zhang Qiming and the rest of the property management supervisors felt a chill down their spine and glanced at the two in surprise.
"Here. Borrow their knife, kill those unlucky folks," Zhang Qiqi said nonchalantly, and pulled out her cellphone to open the residents' group chat. She scrolled to the conversation between Jiang Yan and the property's head caretaker, and handed the phone over to him.
Liu Dahong frowned, "I don't quite understand, please elaborate, beauty."
Having worked at Shallow Bay for many years, he could name almost every long-standing owner.