Wen Fucheng startled, pushed the person beside him outward, and an ashtray flew between the two of them, shattering on the ground and scattering pieces.
It grazed Wen Fucheng's hand, leaving a blood streak.
Blood beads seeped out.
Ying Jing's face turned cold as she picked up a shard from the ground and walked expressionlessly toward Cheng Ran.
Without a word, she directly slashed Cheng Ran's face with a mark even longer than the one on Wen Fucheng's hand. The sharp shard cut the skin, and blood soon flowed out.
Ji Xian was also shocked, with only Cheng Ran's screams echoing in her ears.
Ying Jing moved so quickly that even she didn't have time to react.
Throwing the shard onto the ground, she turned to look at Ji Xian, who wanted to stop her.
She spoke unceremoniously.
"Do you want to be slashed too?"
Ji Xian trembled and spoke. "Ying Jing, what you're doing is wrong. You... how can you be so terrifying? How could Wen Fucheng like a woman as terrifying as you?"
