With Gu Cenduo around, Yan Ji's blade would certainly not harm Yan Jiaojiao. She had just walked to the dining table when her hand was grabbed. The man pressed his voice, "Yan Ji...",Although she didn't hurt anyone, this act of hers completely shattered Zhou Shuyue's fantasy of fostering a close bond between them. She looked at the blade gleaming with a cold light, her pupils trembling: "Xiao Ji, you...",In the cramped, confined carriage, Gu Chenye and she looked at each other. Neither spoke, then after a moment, the man extended his hand towards her...。