Leng Er had just been distinguishing the crowd and wasn't beside Cheng Xiaoxiao. Upon seeing the situation, his heart skipped a beat, and with a flash, he appeared in front of Cheng Xiaoxiao.
Not far from Cheng Xiaoxiao, Qing Wu and Qing Shi'er both turned pale and quickly made their moves.
The unified thought among the three was to send the woman in front of them flying with a single strike. In the blink of an eye, they saw the woman's hand reaching to strangle Miss Cheng's neck, but it froze not far from her neck, unable to proceed.
They immediately withdrew their force.
Then, the woman collapsed to the ground with a thud, facing upwards, a cold, gleaming dagger embedded in her chest, staining her filthy clothes red.
"You... you..."
The woman's eyes widened, unable to believe, even in her dying moments, that the little girl in front of her would stab her without a word, a stark contrast to her own shrewish behavior.
