Kill you!
These two words were like two swords, flying out from this woman's mouth, attempting to pierce Su Mo's heart.
Yet Su Mo looked as if he had been struck by a sword, his face filled with astonishment and disbelief.
"What... may I ask, how did this junior offend the senior to such an extent that, while still in swaddling clothes, a deadly blow was almost dealt?"
"You, a wailing infant, how could you have offended me?"
The woman lowered her head again, observing what she had just written on the desk, the brilliance in her eyes constantly shifting, elusive and unpredictable.
At last, she smiled faintly, and the killing intent dissipated completely clean, with the sound of clashing sword edges swept away into nothingness.
She raised her head again to look at Su Mo: "But really, do you not know why I wanted to kill you?"
"If the senior said that the junior was still in swaddling clothes at the time, how could I possibly know why the senior wanted to kill me?"
