Young Master Han wasn't afraid of her knife at all.
He didn't even show a hint of fear, slightly raised an eyebrow, and laughed, "Who are you trying to scare? I'd rather you paralyze me."
Young Master Han insisted on sitting next to Nan Jiaojiao and clearly saw her suddenly frown and display a slightly impatient expression. His heart paused for a moment, but he still sat down with a testing attitude.
Yet before his butt even touched the sofa, he was kicked away.
If he hadn't had a stable stance, he would have fallen flat on his face.
"Damn! You really kicked me? You're so harsh on me!"
Nan Jiaojiao gave him an indifferent glance and couldn't be bothered to exchange words.
Clearly, before he arrived, she had been talking to Lu Zhenzhen with a range of expressions on her little face, some of which he had never seen before.