The atmosphere at the scene turned silent.
Everyone seemed to hear their own heartbeat.
Qi Yu gripped the knife in her hand tightly, watching Han Peipei step by step towards her.
Her eyes were firm, carrying a murderous intent.
"Han Peipei... is this the attitude of the Han Family?"
Qi Yu bit her lip, glanced at Lin Fan, and asked viciously, "No matter what, my grandfather and Mr. Han have spent half their lives in the army. Our two families can't be said to be close friends, but at least we've never been enemies. Do we really have to tear each other apart today?"
"You don't need to tell me such useless nonsense. I don't represent the Han Family, but I can represent myself."
Han Peipei stood opposite Qi Yu, looking at the bruised Lin Fan, her heart aching.
