Chen Zhong's arm hung limp and useless at his side. Gritting his teeth, he used his other hand to press a shard of porcelain against Qin Xin's neck, letting out a sinister chuckle:
"I underestimated you. I never expected you to be such a fighter. You really care about this little girl—you certainly don't want her to die. Even if she survives, it wouldn't be very pretty for such a gorgeous young lady to have her throat slashed!"
"Chen Zhong, put that down and turn back now. It's still not too late!" Chen Zhezhe said coldly.
Chapter 49