At this moment, Yan Wuxu was so frightened that she couldn't make a sound. She looked around in horror, and as cars passed by one after another on the street, no one noticed a pregnant woman facing a life-threatening danger.
She took off all her rings and wristwatch hurriedly, with her ring rolling onto the ground. However, the assailant did not turn back to pick it up and harshly commanded, "Stand up."
The sharp knife was pressed against Yan Wuxu's chin, its gleaming blade reflecting a pair of eyes slowly regaining composure.
The assailant reeked of alcohol, and his eyes showed more panic than Yan Wuxu's. His knife trembled persistently, as if he was about to stab, yet somewhat hesitant.
"He's not here to rob," Yan Wuxu's peripheral vision caught sight of the ring that had fallen to the ground. This ring was a wedding ring given to her by Su Qingzhang. Its value surpassed any other jewelry she was wearing.
