Teng Jiashu felt something was off about her emotions, frowned and said, "Why are you telling me all this? If you want to die, don't die here. Go die somewhere far away!"
"Yes, I want to die far away, so I don't scare my daughter!" She took a step back.
Teng Jiashu breathed a sigh of relief.
She inexplicably felt a bit nervous and picked up her glass, wanting to drink some water.
Suddenly, Wang Xian rushed over without any warning and stabbed a knife into her chest.
Her movement was swift.
So swift that Teng Jiashu didn't even see where the knife came from.
By the time she came to her senses, the knife in Wang Xian's hand had already pierced her chest, the blade fully embedded, leaving only the handle visible.
She slowly lowered her head, incredulous at the knife fully lodged in her chest.
Wang Xian let go.
She couldn't stand steadily, staggered a few steps, and fell to the ground.
She opened her mouth, wanting to call someone to save her, but no sound came out.
