He Xi's hands were not as long as hers. When a cold object pressed against her neck, she felt cold all over and so stiff that she couldn't move.
Some of the timid girls around them were already crying out in alarm. Even Song Fengwan, who was very close, gasped, thinking that she had taken out a knife.
"Miss…" Zou Li stood at the side, her face ashen.
"He Xi, today is a charity event. I didn't bring a knife with me when I went out. If it was something else pressing against your throat today, do you really think you'll be safe and sound?"
When Tang Jingci finished speaking, everyone could clearly see that she had only taken out an eyebrow pencil.
But He Xi was already frightened out of her wits. Her limbs were stiff, and the bag in her hand fell to the floor. Tang Jingci retracted her hand.
"Little Sister, I just want to tell you that you fought with me first today. Even if I hurt you, it was accidental self-defense.
