Ye Xiyuan's every word and accusation felt like a dagger being thrust into her heart.
In the end, Li Qiaomeng couldn't bear it any longer. She impulsively pulled out a knife and pressed it against Ye Xiyuan's neck.
It was a rash act in the heat of the moment, and by the time she realized it, it was already too late. Even if she wanted to regret it now, there was no turning back.
So, after calming down, she had Ye Leng'an called over. The primary reason for her current predicament was Ye Leng'an.
"You called me here for this?" Ye Leng'an shook her head indifferently. "If that's the case, I don't have time to continue this commotion."
Hearing Ye Leng'an's words, Li Qiaomeng became even more agitated. Her trembling hands left a red mark on Ye Xiyuan's delicate neck, and soon, blood began to flow.
