Yan Xixi had backed to the far end of the office desk, keeping an entire desk's length between them.
"Yan Xixi, hand it over now!" he roared, waving the knife in his hand, more deranged than ever. "Don't think you'll get lucky today! I've known for a while now—the Third Young Master doesn't want you anymore. Your lover is doomed, so what does that make you? If you know what's good for you, hand over the item, kowtow, and apologize properly. Maybe then I'll actually spare you!"
"Step back!" Yan Xixi ordered sharply. "I'll give it to you once you're outside the door!"
"You bitch! Do you think I'd believe your nonsense? Hand it over now, or I'll take you down with me today!"
Suddenly, Yan Xixi saw her chance, turned, and bolted to the left.
Yang Wei hadn't expected her to dare run out like that. He was momentarily stunned but immediately rounded the office desk and chased after her.
