At that time, Shen Ningning was still in class.
Chen Shaobei saw her carriage parked outside the National Academy. He was about to walk over and ask her driver to fetch Shen Ningning for him.
However, just as he approached the carriage, someone happened to lift the curtain and step out from inside.
Jiang Zhi and Chen Shaobei locked eyes, both of them stunned for a moment.
"You still dare to show your face?" Jiang Zhi pulled out the cleaver tucked at her waist and pressed it against Chen Shaobei's collar. "You nobles are all the same, only knowing how to bully a child. What are you here for? Do you want to make Ningning cry, too? To hurt her feelings?"
Chen Shaobei did not rush to answer. His cold, serious eyes glanced down at the cleaver at his throat.
It was likely one Jiang Zhi had sharpened herself for self-defense; the handle was wrapped with a red cord.
