"Cousin, you're crazy, let go of Ranran."
The people getting out of the vehicle behind were An Lin, Qing Feng, and Qing Yang.
As soon as An Lin got out of the car, she angrily shouted at Feng Wanfeng, "These matters have nothing to do with Ranran, put down the knife immediately."
The knife Feng Wanfeng held against Wen Ran's neck was pressed tightly against her skin, and Wen Ran could feel the coldness and sharpness of the blade.
It seemed as if it could slice through her skin at any moment, causing blood to drip out.
"Mo Xiuchen, if you take another step, I'll cut Wen Ran's throat," Feng Wanfeng warned, her eyes vigilant as she stared at the people around her, especially Mo Xiuchen approaching from the front.
The sharpness in his eyes seemed to surpass the blade in her hand.
She felt her hand trembling slightly, instinctively taking a deep breath. Seeing Mo Xiuchen halt under her threat, she tightened her grip on the knife.
"Qin Mu, have the police step aside first."
