After saying this, Ye Wenming moved the dagger in his hand and cut a wound in his neck.
Mr. Yu laughed at the sight of it. "Good, good! Chairman Ye, you're such a sentimental person! But Zhuo Qianyun has two wounds on her neck. Shouldn't you cut yourself one more time?"
Ye Wenming pursed his thin lips, and a second wound instantly appeared on his neck.
The tears in Zhuo Qianyun's eyes finally could not help falling. ‘He knows Mr. Yu is up to no good, yet he did it anyway. What a fool!
'Isn't he a businessman? Isn't he supposed to be calculating? Why...'
Her tears made him panic. "Don't cry. I'm not in pain."
However, the blood on his neck kept running down.
"Ye Wenming, since you don't feel pain, cut your neck a little deeper to see how much it takes to make you feel pain! If you don’t do it, I'll cut this woman's neck!" Mr. Yu shouted arrogantly.
Ye Wenming raised his hand and left the third cut on his neck.
The red blood made his face look paler.
"Ye Wenming, I forbid you from doing that again!" Zhuo Qianyun shouted as she wept, the pain spreading in her body.
It turned out she would be in so much pain seeing him get hurt!
However, it was no use. Her voice had no effect.
There was a fourth wound on his neck now.
The police quickly subdued the three men.
The two young men shouted, "Mr. Ye, Police, we made up for it! Mr. Ye hinted that we could have our sentence reduced if we helped!"
"Of course, we'll write it down and pass it to the court as evidence!" a policeman said.
Another policeman came over with gauze and hastened to stop Ye Wenming and Zhuo Qianyun’s bleeding.
Ye Wenming's face was ghastly pale because he had lost a lot of blood. He looked like he was going to faint at any time.
Zhuo Qianyun nervously asked the police tending to Ye Wenming's wounds, "Is he okay?"
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