Nian Shutong glanced at the woman in front of him and silently took a step back, saying, "She's looking for you."
Beside him, Fu Yunhe put on an innocent face and retreated along with Nian Shutong, quickly responding, "Impossible! I'm clearly the kind who lives off a woman, I can't be the head of the household."
Fu Yunhe's quick reaction almost made Nian Shutong lose his composure, and the woman in front took a forward lean in disbelief.
"The two of you, heroes, please save me."
"Stop yelling! Your uncle isn't here," Fu Yunhe said it as if it were true, his gaze fixed on Nian Shutong, his profile facing the woman kneeling on the ground.
"Don't let your mind wander, you're still alive, otherwise, dying here is also an option."
Fu Yunhe's words had no hint of jest as he produced a Flying Knife in his hand, the cold blade pointed directly at the woman's vital spot.
"Scram or die, you have the count of three."
"One, two..."
"I'll go! I'm sorry!"
