Hearing the noise, Qiao Yiyang rushed out wrapped only in a bath towel, his body dripping wet.
Lin Xinlan pointed the shard at him and threatened coldly, "Give me a new room, or I'll kill you, or myself!"
The concern on Qiao Yiyang's face vanished in an instant, replaced by a very somber expression.
"Put the shard down!" he ordered, his voice cold.
Lin Xinlan frowned slightly, feeling somewhat apprehensive, knowing full well that a shard couldn't really threaten Qiao Yiyang.
She had no choice but to press the sharp shard against her own neck and tilt her chin up slightly, "Qiao Yiyang, I don't want to sleep with you. Arrange a new room for me!"
The man's eyes darkened, a glint of cold light passing through them.
He walked toward her slowly, each step radiating danger.
Lin Xinlan cautiously stepped back and warned in a low voice, "Stop! Don't come any closer!"
He didn't come closer, instead he turned and grabbed something from the shelf.
