Wenn Cen had just finished peeling an apple and came downstairs beside Qiann Yan.
"You really upset Mom. No matter what, she's still your mother."
Qiann Yan looked up, her cold gaze made Wenn Cen a bit scared: "I heard you got into trouble with the police, mom received a call and rushed over."
"Can you just get lost."
"Don't pretend in front of me, or I'll hit you."
Remembering the last incident, Wenn Cen got frightened, immediately stood up and ran upstairs, feeling somewhat annoyed, he looked back at Qiann Yan sitting on the sofa, with a hint of smugness: "If you keep this up, you'll just make her angrier."
"Whoosh—"
Qiann Yan casually threw the fruit knife up, scaring Wenn Cen so much his legs went weak, it came too quickly, he didn't even have time to react.
The fruit knife sailed past his ear and then fell to the ground.
The fruit knife didn't stick into the wall or anywhere else, it just skimmed past his ear before it landed.
