The girl wore a black cap, her cold and clear eyes shot over, like ice.
Before anyone could react, she lunged forward, grabbed Si Xue's neck, and forced her head down onto the chopping board with a big step.
Beside them lay a bloody kitchen knife.
Si Xue's pupils contracted.
Looking at Si Fan, surrounded by a murderous aura and a gaze filled with killing intent, Si Xue felt as if she was plunged into an ice cellar.
Her entire body felt cold.
Plus, her neck was being squeezed, filled with bursts of suffocating sensations.
For the first time, Si Xue felt that death was so close to her.
She never imagined that Si Fan would have the audacity to choke her neck— so bold!
Her face turned red, barely able to make a sound, "Si, Si Fan, let, let go!"
Si Fan looked down at Si Xue, as if viewing a mere ant that could be crushed at any moment, arrogant, cold, indifferent to everything, "Si Xue, who did you just order to kneel and kowtow?"
"Si, Si Fan, this is the Si Family!"
