Xiao Yeyu's eyes were red, filled with pleading as she looked at Jiang Yining and said, "Yining, look, I'd rather hurt myself than harm you. I genuinely considered you my friend. Please forgive me."
Jiang Yining calmly responded, "You've missed your mark with the knife. Move it three centimeters to the right, and you'll hit the heart. Stabbing there won't kill you; it'll just injure you and require some recovery time."
Xiao Yeyu was left dumbfounded.
She had gone this far, and yet the woman remained indifferent?
Was this woman's heart made of stone?
Lu Zhi, his expression filled with disdain, shifted his gaze elsewhere.
"Qifeng, throw her out," he ordered impatiently.
"Yes, sir," Qifeng replied and approached to forcibly remove Xiao Yeyu.
Xiao Yeyu resisted, attempting to break free from his grasp.
Qifeng's face turned cold, and he, with a touch of pity, lifted Xiao Yeyu, who was injured and still bleeding, with one hand.