"No good!" Huo Beijiang, with a stern handsome face, reprimanded, "Comrade Jiang Nanfei, you must remember who you are. First of all, you are my wife, Huo Beijiang's wife. The person you should care about most is right before your eyes."
Nan Fei: "…"
She really wanted to hit someone! Why, after training for so long, could she still not beat this bastard?
"Comrade Huo Beijiang, please stop making trouble without reason."
"Ah!" Huo Beijiang let her go, taking a finely crafted military knife from his side and handing it to her.
The knife was small, with its sheath only about the size of a woman's palm, made of refined steel. Pulling it out of the sheath, it glinted with a chilling brightness, and a fierce aura assaulted the senses.
Clearly, it was a fine piece.
Nan Fei fell in love with it at first sight; it was precisely what she was missing.
"Is this for me?"
