A chill passed through the room.
Mrs. Ning opened her mouth wide, staring at her daughter-in-law, and suddenly swallowed.
She remembered the last time she saw her, when she slapped her without saying a word.
She thought of Leng Tong, who had been managing the household these days, but she always found something wrong with her work, criticizing her for being coarse and unrefined.
Looking at the woman who cowered on the floor, unable to speak from fear, she closed her mouth, turned her head towards the fruit knife on the tea table, slowly backed away, picked it up and secretly hid it.
My god, what kind of daughter-in-law had she brought into the family?
Ning Botao was even more terrified.
The cold touch of the fruit knife seemed to linger on his neck.
It felt as though it had lightly brushed against his skin, he couldn't help but reach to his neck to make sure it wasn't cut, but the feeling... it was terrifying and unforgettable.
He didn't dare to speak.