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n“Are you not going to say anything?” Shi Yuting raised his eyebrows, the corner of his lips lifted ever so slightly that it was almost unnoticeable.

nThat cold eyes of his screamed nothing but danger.

nUpon meeting his sharp glare, Jin Qianba did not hesitate again or even more so feign innocence.

nHe slowly raised his right hand in fear. “This… This one…”

nShi Yuting grinned. “Good, I like an honest person.”

nSeeing his smile, Jin Qianba thought his truthful confession had already made up his crimes, and could not help but feel overjoyed.

nHowever, in the very next moment, Shi Yuting took out an exquisite pen from his chest pocket. Jin Qianba only caught sight of the pen when it changed into a small dagger.

nSuddenly, with a quick motion, Shi Yuting stabbed at Jin Qianba’s raised arm on the coffee table. He then felt a tinge of pain slowly coursing through his whole body after a moment of numbness.

n“Ahh!!” When the pain was registered in his brain, Jin Qianba fell to the ground and screamed in pain. Blood gradually sputtered from his sliced fingers, staining the pearl white floor in a gruesome crimson.

n“Get out!”

nShi Yuting yelled, leading Jin Qianba to tumble out from the room in disarray.

nBefore he exited, he managed to pick up that three fingers of his that were cut off. It could still be rejoined in the next twelve hours!

nYet, just as he was about to touch his severed fingers, a fancy blade glided through the air and landed on his middle finger.

nJin Qianba suppressed his pain and stopped what he was doing. He turned around and quickly escaped that hellhole.

nEven though he had lost his fingers, he did not want to lose his life too!

nWhere there is life, there is hope. He would take this life and seek vengeance one day.

nAfter Jin Qianba left, someone came to clean up the mess.

nShi Yuting walked into the bedroom as the doctor had just finished examining Zuo Weiyi. Her wounds had already been treated.

nShi Yuting glanced at the unconscious figure on the bed and turned to the doctor. “How is she?”

n“The wounds on her knee and arms are light grazings, but the most serious injury is the one on her leg. It was sliced open by something, but I had stitched them up. It is no big deal now.” The doctor looked at Zuo Weiyi before continuing, “She is having a fever now, and will probably stay unconscious for awhile. She will be alright when her fever comes down.”

n“You can go out now.”

nThe doctor nodded and headed out of the room.

nShi Yuting stood in the silent room and gazed at the body on the bed.

nHe did not know what had gotten into him. When he saw that she was hanging on her life by a thread, his heart was aching slightly.

nHe turned his head, wanting to ignore this unknown feeling in his chest.

nSomeone suddenly knocked on the door.

nHe heard it and headed to the living room, opening up the door just to see Zhong Chenghao and Jing Xinlei standing outside.

n“Is she awake?”

nShi Yuting’s face darkened as he sat on the sofa. “Not yet.”

nZhong Chenghao sat in front of him. Looking at his calm expression, everything seemed to have returned to normal.

nThe unease and anxiety on Shi Yuting’s face had evaporated.

n“Ting, you have not eaten dinner, have you? Do you want me to buy some food for you?” Jing Xinlei asked while standing up.

nEver since Zuo Weiyi’s disappearance, he was looking for her and had not had anything to eat.

n“No need.” Shi Yuting stopped her and glanced at her injured leg. “Has your leg healed?”

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