"Miss Qiao!"
Tong Sanlang never expected Qiao Xiaomai to act like this. He exclaimed in surprise, and in a flash, appeared by Qiao Xiaomai's side.
With one hand, he held up Qiao Xiaomai's swaying body, and with the other, he snatched the kitchen knife from her hand, his arm trembling, "Miss Qiao..."
He threw the knife to the ground, reached out to cover the bleeding wound, and shouted, "Doctor Wu, Doctor Wu!"
In such circumstances, Doctor Wu was naturally present as well, and happened to be sitting in the courtyard.
Upon seeing this, he immediately said, "Quick, quick, pick her up and take her to my house. Sanlang, you move fast, the door is locked, just kick it open."
Hearing this, Tong Sanlang bent down, intending to lift Qiao Xiaomai.
But Qiao Xiaomai stood still, pushing away Tong Sanlang's arm with one hand. The excruciating pain made her face turn pale, but her eyes were fixed on Cen Hong, even a cold sneer hanging on her lips, "Lord Cen, are you satisfied now?"