The boy was tall and agile. With a single kick, he knocked the opponent to the ground. The opponent was still holding a knife, and as the knife's direction changed, it pierced directly into her own palm.
"Ah." It was the opponent's cry of pain.
The knife wasn't big, but it was sharp enough. The blade pierced the palm, and blood flowed profusely.
Yu Shuiling frowned at this sudden turn of events.
"Fangfang, are you okay? Are you hurt?" A crew member hurried over after seeing the person on the ground: "Quick, she's injured and needs to go to the hospital."
"Wait." Xiaonian stood up and looked at the opponent's injury. The knife wasn't large, and while the wound appeared terrifying, it wasn't very serious: "I want to ask this woman, why did she bring a knife in so casually and for no reason, try to harm Shuiling? Tell me, did someone instruct you to do this?"
In this kind of setting, if it wasn't premeditated, how could such a coincidental thing happen?
