Ding Meng shuddered instinctively, realizing she was actually being threatened by a kid. The rage surged uncontrollably, but the moment she looked up, she met the icy-cold gaze of the teenager. The words she wanted to spit out got swallowed back.
No, she absolutely couldn't let this brat lead her around by the nose. He was just bluffing.
Slamming the table hard, Ding Meng glared fiercely. "Rong Xianning, do you know what you're doing right now? Threatening me? I guarantee you won't see the sun rise tomorrow!"
A flash of white light cut across her vision. Ding Meng screamed without thinking, only to see a dagger embedded into the table just fractions of an inch away from her finger. Her pinky finger almost ended up severed.
She collapsed back into her chair, drenched in cold sweat, still petrified.
"The knife's right here. If you've got the guts, kill me now."
