Chapter 18 Moving House
A slight sneer came from the front.
Rong Qichuo couldn’t believe it.
Rong Zhi was actually mocking him!!!
Again!
This is not the Rong Family Ancestral Hall; without Grandpa here, how dare she?!
Rong Qichuo almost instantly wanted to rush over and strangle Rong Zhi’s slender white neck.
But instead, he first felt a cool object pressed against his neck.
A sharp, chilly sensation shot from the sensitive spot.
Rong Qichuo shivered from the cold, frozen in place.
Lowering his eyes, he saw Rong Zhi’s snow-white right hand clutching a knife from God knows where, with a slender and sharp blade.
This knife was now pressed against his neck, and even the slightest effort from Rong Zhi could pierce his throat in an instant.