He was truly terrified, afraid that Tan You would pull something like that on him. Right before his eyes, without even looking up, the apple had gone flying in a flash of silver. What if it hadn't been an apple, but the knife?
Tan You's hand paused. She stopped peeling the apple and leaned back slightly on the sofa. Holding the fruit knife in one hand and the apple in the other, she watched President Liu, the knife constantly spinning in her right hand.
In her life as Ji Li, besides studying the art of tea, she had also learned a thing or two from Shen Xiaochuan's grandfather, Uncle Liu. He was an old hunter and had a few tricks up his sleeve, like practicing with darts to train one's aim.
She also learned how to make various traps. In short, if Tan You were thrown into a mountain forest now, she could guarantee her own survival.
