Leng Qihan stared at her for a while, his eyes seemed slightly confused.
He wanted to say something, but before he opened his mouth, Fang Chixia suddenly walked towards him step by step.
Her body was very straight, and she still held the knife in her hand.
Her head was raised proudly, like a queen born for revenge.
Standing still in front of him, she raised her slender chin, her eyes were level with his, and word for word, she asked coldly, "Were you the one who planned the accident at the airport yesterday?"
Leng Qihan's eyes narrowed tightly and he didn't answer her question. He just asked, "What do you think?"
"Answer my question!" Fang Chixia seemed a little excited and raised her voice a little higher.
"If I say no, would you believe it?" Leng Qihan's eyes were so cold and hazy, as if covered with a layer of mist.
Fang Chixia actually didn't want to believe that he did this.
The last time something happened in the Middle East, the way he looked at her was obviously guilt-ridden. Fang Chixia felt that a man with such eyes shouldn't be able to do such a cruel thing!
However, after experiencing what happened several times before, now, whenever Luo Yibei encounters an accident, she will habitually think of him!
"Every time something happened to Luo Yibei, you happened to be in the same city!" Fang Chixia held the knife tightly in his hand and looked at him with chilling eyes. "If it happens once, it can be explained as a coincidence, but , it’s such a coincidence every time, how do you expect me to believe it?”
"So, you don't believe it, do you?" Leng Qihan's dark pupils seemed to have something, like the starlight slowly falling in the dark night, suddenly darkening.
Fang Chixia bit her lips tightly and said nothing.
"Really?" Leng Qihan asked again.
Fang Chixia just looked at him coldly, holding the knife tightly in her hand, and still didn't answer.
Leng Qihan glanced at her hand, looked at the knife in her hand, and suddenly clasped her hand with his wrist.
"Do you hate me? Do you want revenge?" He raised her hand, turned her wrist, and pointed the knife in her hand towards his chest. He yelled at her in a rough voice, "To the Stab in here! Stab! One life is worth one life!"
His voice was loud, and the restaurant where the two of them were in was originally quiet, so the echo spread as if the entire restaurant could hear it.
Fang Chixia's hand holding the dinner knife was trembling, and her body was completely cold as she watched the tip of the knife pierce his white shirt.
"What? Can't you do it? Aren't you afraid that he will get into trouble a few more times in the future?" Leng Qihan squinted his eyes slightly and looked at her calmly, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
He grabbed her wrist very hard, as if he didn't care whether she would actually do it or not, and kept pressing the knife in her hand while stabbing his chest.
Fang Chixia was awakened by his last words, and her hand holding the knife tightened again.
Outside the door, a man in a black suit hurried over, came to the two of them, and pushed Fang Chixia away roughly.
Several people seemed to respect Leng Qihan. Two men surrounded him to check his injuries. One man pointed a gun at Fang Chixia, and the other was still pushing her.
A European and American bodyguard with a broad body and a strong body, like a violent lion, full of vigilance towards everyone except his employer.
Fang Chixia staggered back two steps, unable to stand firm for a moment, and was about to fall. Among the few people, someone reached out his arm at the right time and quickly grabbed her hand.