"Scram, scram, all of you scram!" Leng Piaoxue, who was in the room, shouted angrily at her subordinates, "Useless! You can't even find a red rope!"
A bodyguard dressed in black frowned and asked, "Miss, what does that red rope look like? Is there anything special about it?" He had the same doubts as everyone else. It was just a red rope. If it was lost, the eldest miss could just get another one. Was there a need to be so angry?
They felt that their young miss' temper had been getting worse recently. She was so irritable that she had completely reached the state where she would go crazy at any moment.
Leng Piaoxue shouted angrily, "The red rope can't be cut with a knife!" The red rope was an immortal. Ordinary knives couldn't break it.
"A red rope that can't be cut?" The subordinate was dumbfounded. 'A red rope that can't be cut with a knife? Is it made of steel? Even if it's made of steel, you can still cut through it slowly.'
