C29 Please Treat Me to a Meal

Su Xiaoyu took a step back, using the cardboard box in her hand as a shield. Tong Yuv's hand was too late to retract, and it struck the edge of the box. Immediately, she felt a sharp pain.

"My hand!" Tong Yuv exclaimed, looking at her finger. A thin, long cut marred her pale skin, with tiny beads of blood appearing.

Su Xiaoyu watched with a cold, innocent expression