Ruan Tianling clenched the knife and fork, a silent cold smile tugging at his lips.
Perhaps tomorrow, there will be a good show to watch.
Then, his gaze fell on the knife and fork in his hand.
Usually, after eating, someone would clear away the utensils.
But now, they deliberately didn't take them away...
Ruan Tianling let out another cold laugh; weapons could only be used to their fullest potential in his hands.
Even if those people had knives, so what? In his eyes, they were still vulnerable.
...
The two finished eating and walked out of the dining room.
In the living room, Nangong Wenhua and the others sat together. When they saw the two of them come out, their expressions were a bit strange.
Ruan Tianling glanced coldly at them, "Don't think I don't know what you're up to. If you don't want to end up dead, behave yourselves!"
With one sentence, he successfully angered those people.
