The Chef Rules the Last Days

"I... I don’t know," Fang Ya shook her head in terror.

Su Mo’s lips curled up, "Lady Fang, I advise you to tell the truth, my blade is quite sharp."

Fang Ya glanced sideways, catching a glimpse of a piece of clothing, and growled, "I am Lu Chen’s mother! What are you doing!"

Suddenly, Su Mo withdrew the Tang Blade and walked over to the mutton soup simmering on the stove. She leaned down to sniff it and said, "Smells good, such a pity it’s meant for my father’s killer."

"Have you lost your mind?! What nonsense are you spouting!" Fang Ya quickly came over and turned off the stove, fear evident in her eyes.

Su Mo didn’t feel like wasting any more time with her. Footsteps of servants could be heard outside the kitchen. She exerted her pressure, pointing the blade at Fang Ya’s heart, and whispered, "I don’t have much time, think of it as for Lu Chen’s sake, where is the Lu Family’s laboratory?"

The blade tip tore through her clothing, sinking an inch into Fang Ya’s skin without drawing a drop of blood.

Feeling the odd sensation at her chest and Su Mo’s unmistakable intent to kill, Fang Ya knew she was serious, "It’s... It’s beneath the villa at the back of the estate."

Neatly putting away the Tang Blade and climbing to the window, Su Mo looked back at her, "Lady Fang, it would be best if you pretend you don’t know about today’s events."

Seeing her disappear, Fang Ya finally collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.