"That won't bother you. My husband will take me home. Please leave." It is reasonable to say that this sentence should relax Yu Xiao's breath, but I don't know why she is more nervous and fearful instead of relaxing herself.

"No, only I can send you home." The man has come a metre away from Yu Xiao.

In the middle of the conversation, he raised his dagger high in his hand: "Beautiful girl, go home."

"Ah..." With a scream, Yu Xiao stepped back and unconsciously picked up a bottle and smashed it at the man in front of him.

"Ah..." When the bottle hit the man in the face, the...