The young man recognized the voice.
He felt an inexplicable panic.
It wasn't the panic of being caught attempting to kill someone.
It was another kind of...
An indescribable, chaotic panic.
He didn't want, didn't want her to see him like this.
"What are you doing?"
Chuzheng asked again.
"I..."
Mu Shen's gaze shifted, settling in the dark.
It took him a long time before he spoke up stiffly, "It's none of your business."
Chuzheng stepped forward.
Mu Shen suddenly held the knife in front of him and growled, "Don't come any closer, it's none of your business, just go away!"
Chuzheng seemed as though she hadn't heard.
She stepped forward slowly.
The cold light of the knife, reflected by the moonlight, flashed across the bottom of Chuzheng's eyes.
"Help... help..."
It was because of Chuzheng's appearance that Mu Shen's pressure on the man somehow loosened.
The man franticly pleaded with Chuzheng for help.
"Help me, he's going to kill me, save me!!"
