The dagger gleamed coldly, causing Fan Jian's eyes to suddenly squint.
Jiang Yingying slowly wiped the dagger on her sleeve, as if trying to make it brighter, so it could be sharper.
Fan Jian's fearful soul trembled; at this moment, he suddenly understood something.
If Jiang Yingying killed him tonight and then refused to admit it, no one could prove anything, and he would have died in vain.
And now, the people he had arranged outside had certainly been knocked down, and he was utterly no match for this pair of despicable lovers.
He knew well how to protect himself, and immediately wore a regretful expression, tears and snot flowing together: "County Lord, I was wrong, I was unbelievably bold, I deserve to die, I deserve to die!"
"Please, County Lord, be magnanimous and don't hold it against me!"
"I had a few drinks, and my mind got muddled. That's why I made such a mistake. County Lord, give me a chance, I'll kneel down and kowtow to Miss Xiaozi!"
"Miss Xiaozi, I was wrong!"
