Yuan Huai was naturally alert. When he sensed something coming at him from behind, he quickly did a forward flip.
The flying knife brushed past his body and embedded itself in the door frame ahead. Yuan Huai could tell the attacker wasn't trying to kill him; otherwise, the knife wouldn't have missed by such a margin.
Yuan Huai steadied himself and turned his head, only to see Leng Chan standing there with a calm expression.
"What are you doing?" Yuan Huai said angrily. Although the knife wouldn't have been fatal if it had hit him, it would still hurt.
"Tell me about Lu Xiaofeng," Leng Chan said.
"I don't know. Don't ask me about it again," Yuan Huai replied, then turned to head to his room.
Leng Chan quickly moved to block Yuan Huai's door and took the opportunity to pull out the dagger.
"If you don't tell me, I'll come to bother you every day," Leng Chan stubbornly declared.
Yuan Huai felt helpless and pleaded, "Please, spare me. I really don't know."
