Hao Jian looked up, my goodness, a knife flew over and straight into the iron door with half of the blade embedded deeply inside, barely the handle left showing on the outside. And this was an iron door with a metal sheet. If it were a pure wooden door, wouldn't it have pierced straight through?
Oh my, dear mother, this is an intent to kill, there's clearly no holding back, just a single-minded determination to end him and settle the grudge!
What Hao Jian didn't see was the look of worry on Xie Qianqian's face after she threw that fruit knife. She realized she lost control and had just grabbed a fruit knife from the table and flung it over fiercely. Then her face turned pale with shock, worried that she'd actually hit Hao Jian.
In that moment, she genuinely worried about Hao Jian. But seeing him easily dodge that knife, her initial worried expression switched to one of anger. She grabbed a pillow from the sofa and quickly charged at Hao Jian.
