Fu Yan's face darkened, and he said, "He Yunzhou and Jiang Yuqing disappeared together. Jiang Yuqing is one of my people. Do you think that has anything to do with us?"
Xiao Xin took a deep breath, blinked painfully as if she were trying her best to hold back something, and said in a slightly choked voice, "I don't know, I'm not sure, you've asked the wrong person."
Fu Yan chuckled softly, then looked up at him and said, "Uncle, do you even believe what you're saying?"
Upon hearing the word "uncle," Xiao Xin's vision went black.
This kid looks only a few years younger than him, how dare he call him "uncle"?
Xiao Xin looked at him calmly. Although Fu Yan's face was youthful and his mind seemed immature, his aura was extremely extraordinary.
Xiao Xin was certain that Fu Yan had already checked his information and was now asking him questions he already knew the answers to.
Calling him "uncle" was probably to provoke him, or to get revenge for calling him "little rascal" earlier.
He saw Fu Yan casually pick out a short knife from the table, get up, and walk towards him.
Xiao Xin's gaze fell on the knife, its back gleaming coldly, as if it were clamoring to devour his blood.
Xiao Xin deliberately avoided the blade, watching those long, straight legs walk step by step towards him, and gasped.
He instinctively struggled, but couldn't move at all.
Fu Yan stood in front of him expressionlessly and twirled the hilt of his knife as if performing a juggling act.
Xiao Xin's eyes remained lowered, fixed on Fu Yan's waist.
Fu Yan used the back of his knife to lift his chin, forcing him to look up at him.
He squinted at Xiao Xin: "Are you genuinely unaware, or are you pretending not to know, hmm?"
Xiao Xin stared at him with red eyes, clenching her teeth, and didn't respond.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Fu Yan patted Xiao Xin's overly pale face with the back of his knife: "If you're still lying, I don't mind cutting this tongue off and feeding it to the dogs."
Cold sweat beaded on Xiao Xin's forehead. He blinked, a weak smile tugging at the corner of his mouth: "Damn it, if you've got the guts, then kill me..."
He glanced nervously at the knife, then feigned composure and said, "Don't...don't play these useless games."
He was afraid of knives, and anything sharp or pointed...
His defiant and unyielding demeanor was fully observed by Fu Yan, who scoffed disdainfully.
Suddenly, his expression changed, and he gripped the knife hilt and plunged it straight into the back of the chair behind Xiao Xin.
Xiao Xin subconsciously closed her eyes, her body trembling for a moment.
Fu Yan leaned forward slightly, bracing himself on the armrests with both hands, trapping Xiao Xin beneath him in a restraining position, his eyes scanning Xiao Xin's face: "Does this uncle really want to die?"
Xiao Xin slowly opened her eyes, took a breath, and then looked up at Fu Yan.
Fu Yan's eyes were at the same level as his, and the beauty mark under his left eye was clearly visible.
Except for that mole, this face almost completely overlapped with the face he remembered...
Xiao Xin was momentarily stunned, opened her mouth, but then forgot what she wanted to say.
Fu Yan saw him staring at him in a daze and couldn't help but chuckle: "Is my face really that good-looking?"
Xiao Xin blinked, turned her head to avoid his gaze, and warned, "Get lost."
Xiao Xin could clearly feel his heart racing. Sure enough, even if He Yunzhou was dead, he would still be attracted to that face.
The two were extremely close, so close that Xiao Xin could feel the heat emanating from Fu Yan's nostrils.
The tense atmosphere from before suddenly became ambiguous, as if an invisible force was pulling them closer together.
Fu Yan suddenly felt like teasing Xiao Xin, thinking that maybe this person was the type who responded better to gentle persuasion than force.
He leaned on the armrest, slowly approaching Xiao Xin's neck, breathing warm air against his ear: "Uncle, your ears are so red..."
Xiao Xin felt his sudden closeness, clenched his fists, veins bulging on the side of his neck, and gritted his teeth as he warned, "You fucking try getting any closer..."
Fu Yan stopped one centimeter away from him.
He pulled the knife from the back of the chair, distanced himself from Xiao Xin, and used the tip of the knife to trace the artery on the side of Xiao Xin's neck: "I wonder what the blood flow is like in this location, do you know, uncle?"
Xiao Xin sat motionless in the chair, head tilted to the side and neck stiff.
Fu Yan seemed to sense his nervousness, pressing the tip of the knife against the vein on his neck with a little more force, then stopped: "Uncle, are you nervous?"
Xiao Xin gritted his teeth; he was truly going crazy...
He had never seen Fu Yan torture people like this before. In the past, the debt collectors would almost always beat him up and that would be the end of it. He had had enough of this unpleasant and painful torture.
Xiao Xin laughed. Since that's the case, he might as well take the initiative to end it.
He braced himself and thrust forcefully towards the tip of the knife, causing it to pierce his skin and bleed from the wound.
Fu Yan's pupils trembled, he frowned and abruptly threw the knife to the ground, then incredulously grabbed Xiao Xin's chin and twisted it around.
Looking into those slightly smiling eyes, Fu Yan was shocked and furious: "You're fucking insane..."
Seeing his panic, Xiao Xin smirked smugly: "I don't have time to play games with you. Kill me or let me go, choose one."
Although Xiao Xin was smiling, his eyes were so cold that they sent chills down one's spine and made one's heart tremble.
Fu Yan looked away from those eyes, frowning as he glanced indifferently at the wound on his neck.
He only meant to scare him, but he didn't expect Xiao Xin to actually do it.
Fu Yan felt a lump in her throat and slowly moved the hand that was pinching Xiao Xin's chin to his neck.
He gripped Xiao Xin's neck with his large hand, his fingertips gently stroking the reddened wound. Fortunately, he withdrew the knife quickly, so the wound wasn't big and there wasn't much blood loss.
Xiao Xin endured the slight itch on her neck and looked coldly at Fu Yan.
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