"Fourth Young Madam, your hand..."
Aunt Chen was terrified but did not approach any further; she had always been very afraid of Zhou Zining.
She felt that this woman was inherently mad.
"Making a fuss over nothing."
Zhou Zining pulled out two tissues to wipe the blood off her fingertips, but there was too much blood, and it wouldn't clean off. The tissues quickly soaked through with blood, and it even started to drip down.
She seemed to be completely insensible to the pain, the wound inflicted so cruelly, each finger connected to the heart, yet her complexion didn't change for even a moment.
"What were you just about to tell me?"
