"Qin Mu, I need to speak with you alone. I know you're unwilling, but if you refuse, I will die right in front of you!"
Zhang Rujia said as she dragged the knife across her neck, which could no longer hide the lines on it.
Qin Mu just felt that this woman, despite her age, really knew how to cause trouble, and couldn't help but frown unconsciously.
"Are you sick or something?"
Xiaomei, frightened by her behavior, immediately shielded Qin Mu and turned to question her.
Qin Mu slightly turned to the side, gently cradling her own abdomen, "I can't stand the sight of blood, so I'm going inside first!"
"What?"
Zhang Rujia looked at her in shock, the knife still on her own neck.
"I said I'm going inside now! Oh right! There are a lot of security cameras here, so if you commit suicide, I won't be held responsible at all!"
After Qin Mu finished, Xiaomei escorted her inside, trying hard to puff her cheeks to suppress a laugh.