Qin Mo had detested her for a long time.
Every single time, she had to throw words that pricked her, and Qin Mo couldn't fathom what was wrong with Wen Qingqing. If Chu Yiqin didn't like her, why didn't she just go after Chu Yiqin? Instead, she was constantly picking fights with her, what was the meaning of this?
Wen Qingqing's face turned pale.
She was afraid of pain, so she squatted down with a woeful expression and picked up the tomato that had fallen.
"Eat it."
"What? You actually want me to eat something like this..."
Bang!
Another knife came down, landing between Wen Qingqing's fingers, the blade seemingly extra cold. Wen Qingqing's legs went weak with fear; Qin Mo was serious.
That fallen tomato would always be dirty, despite the Chu Family's kitchen appearing so clean, but the floor had been stepped on by so many people.
Wen Qingqing bit into it aggressively, eyes closed.
Only then did Qin Mo let go of her hand.