Qin Chu locked the door and tightened his grip on the dagger.
This time, the force was so strong that it almost pierced through the little girl's entire waist.
Then, Qin Chu suddenly pulled out his knife…
Instantly, blood splattered everywhere…
With a loud clang, Qin Chu threw the dagger on the ground.
Then he took out a white handkerchief from his pocket.
He wiped his hands slowly and said, "You did a great job just now… If it was someone else, they might have been fooled by you…"
"Since you can tell… why didn't you act against… granny?"
Ling held onto the fatal wound on her waist and looked at Qin Chu with a pale face. She was in disbelief.
After all, she did not expect the plot to change so quickly.
Qin Chu looked up, stared into her eyes, and said word by word, "Why would I do that to Granny? After all, she's just a puppet, and you… are the dream creator."