"You dodged pretty quickly," Zhan Cangqiong sneered in disdain. His hand did not stop moving as he turned around and stabbed again, "I'd like to see how many times you can dodge this!" A cruel smile appeared on his face. The fruit knife in his hand gleamed coldly as he thrust it at Shen Hanxing again. Zhan Cangqiong's eyes followed Shen Hanxing's face, hoping to see fear and terror.
Zhan Cangqiong was a madman! Shen Hanxing's face was expressionless, and her eyes were cold. Her body moved nimbly to avoid the attack. Fortunately, she was wearing a women's suit instead of a formal dress today, so she was not restrained when she dodged. The three of them were initially not too crowded in this enclosed birdcage. However, the fruit knife's cold light flickered and forcibly compressed the space.
