Tang Li's posture with the knife didn't seem like a joke.
Even if she was just trying to scare him, Meng Shu didn't dare to take it lightly.
You must know—
If that knife goes down, he's most likely to be ruined.
There's a huge difference in strength between men and women; he could subdue Tang Li, but in the process, he couldn't guarantee that slaughtering knife wouldn't cut him.
Some things, for a man, are more important than life.
Meng Shu didn't dare take that risk.
So, he relaxed his grip on Tang Li's hand, still smiling on the surface, "Is this really necessary?"
"Is it necessary? You're asking me?" Tang Li didn't retract the knife, "If you don't cherish your treasure, why would others feel sorry for you."
With that, the knife lunged forward.
Meng Shu didn't expect her to act as soon as she spoke.
Almost at the moment when the tip of the knife was about to stab his crotch, he took a step back.
His heel caught on a brick, and he almost fell flat on his back!
