Gu Zhiqing glared viciously at Gu Zhiwei, suddenly grabbing the scissors from the table and stabbing towards her.
"No!" Old Master Gu screamed in fright.
Gu Zhiwei, however, merely dodged lightly, avoiding Gu Zhiqing's attack. With a swift move, she snatched the scissors from him, aiming at his neck.
"Do you really want to taste the scissors?" Gu Zhiwei's voice was icy like frost and snow, "I can make it happen!"
Gu Zhiqing was a scholar; although he had a slight physical advantage, his skills were far inferior to Gu Zhiwei's. His move was like flaunting a sword in front of Lord Guan.
Gu Zhixuan turned pale, kneeling on the ground and trembling: "Gu Zhiwei, put down the scissors, or I'll call the police!"
"Go ahead, call the police! Let them see what kind of people you siblings are!" Gu Zhiwei wasn't afraid, "You wanted to kill me, and I over-defended."
As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Zhiqing screamed.
The scissors grazed his neck, leaving a red mark.
