Mr. Qin seemed not so angry this time, and did not interrupt him. Instead, he raised his hand and did an action that he had stopped doing since the day he entered the capital.

He raised his hand and scratched his head.

This question is too difficult, he is a little confused about it...

The man whispered next to him, "He is currently in a depressed state: dissatisfied, depressed, eating disorders, inferiority, no goals, low self-identity, and even suicidal tendencies... All his symptoms are obvious..."

His words hadn't been finished yet.

Just as Liu Feiyang was talking, he looked around in dismay. When he saw a kitchen knife hanging on the side of the miniature kitchen next to him, his eyes suddenly shone brightly, and he stopped talking. He ran over quickly, picked up the kitchen knife and rushed to chop around his neck...

"Stop it... stop it!"

Mr. Qin blurted out.

Just seeing the man beside him rushing out like a cheetah, his speed was astonishing as he saw that his arm might not be able to stop him, he quickly raised his foot and kicked the kitchen knife that Liu Feiyang was about to lift.

"Dang lang..."

The kitchen knife was kicked out instantly.

Mr. Qin stared at his eyes, with a faint illusion of being shocked. He clenched his fists and scolded in his hometown dialect, "Your mother's hug...what is this?"
Chapter completed!