Sun Youde's sweat slid down his temples and dripped onto his collar.
Cold.
He felt as if his wrist was frozen by the chill from that knife.
Just half an inch forward, it might not end well.
Lin Wan Yi maintained her original stance, her gaze quietly falling on Sun Youde's flushed face.
She spoke.
Her voice was soft, but every word was weighted with a thousand pounds.
"I'll say it again."
"If anyone dares to touch my child, I'll go all out with them."
The few strong men behind Sun Youde felt their steps falter.
They were here to move things, not to face such a relentless aura.
Especially from a mother who had clearly thrown away all concerns for her child.
Outside the door, Liu Meiqin, who was watching the commotion, stopped cracking her melon seeds, not even noticing the shells falling to the ground.
Sun Youde, who was used to running rampant at the office, usually intimidated others.
Today, however, he was stunned by a woman and the cries of a newborn.
