"You brat, you actually dared to hurt me with a knife! How dare you!"

He glared at Lin Qingyan, inwardly marveling at how this girl had suddenly become so fierce.

But what was going on? He didn't know if it was his imagination, but the Lin Qingyan he saw now was no longer the Lin Qingyan who would only lower her head, meek and submissive, and dare not utter a sound even when being slaughtered. Instead, she seemed to be a female war goddess who had descended from the sky, wielding a divine weapon.

So majestic, so high and mighty.

Why? She was so thin and frail.

He must be seeing things.

That was just a sickly kid he could kill with one punch.

Lin Qingyan looked at him with icy eyes, her voice devoid of any warmth.

"You were trying to hit me and accidentally ran into my blade. I was acting in self-defense. You only have yourself to blame."

"You brat, what self-defense? You better cut my hand off right now."

When Lin Heping and Fang Huilan saw that Lin Guanghui was injured, they rushed over. They were both heartbroken and naturally wanted to vent their anger on Lin Qingyan.

But when Lin Heping thought about his position as workshop director, and how he had promised his neighbor to treat Lin Qingyan well, he could only swallow his anger.

Fang Huilan was different; she couldn't help but want to teach Lin Qingyan a lesson.

"You brat, you hurt my son, I'm not done with you yet."

Lin Qingyan held up a kitchen knife: "Come on, you've got too much blood on you? Let me drain it for you."

Fang Huilan thought Lin Qingyan wouldn't dare to do it for real and was just bluffing, but when she rushed in front of Lin Qingyan, she was frightened back by the kitchen knife Lin Qingyan was waving.

Lin Heping was eager to show off in front of Lin Qingyan, so he strode over, grabbed her, and slapped her hard across the face, knocking her to the ground.

"You bitch, didn't I warn you not to hurt Qingyan? Can't a leopard change its spots?"