"Wen Zhi, don't be so stubborn. The incident back then was complicated and not entirely as you think," Chong Wanyin tried to muddle Wen Zhi's thoughts.
But Wen Zhi wasn't listening to a single word anymore.
In front of Chong Wanyin, she took out a small knife from her pocket. Chong Wanyin's face changed slightly, "What are you going to do?"
Wen Zhi raised the knife in her hand and muttered to herself, "Why would I go out and buy a knife specially when the hotel has ready-made fruit knives, right? They are quite useful too."
As she spoke, she pointed the small knife at Chong Wanyin's throat.
Even though Chong Wanyin was usually composed, the knife was now on her throat, and she finally panicked, "Wen Zhi, calm down. We live in a society governed by law. Do you think killing me will set you free? You'll go to prison! You will pay an even more terrible price! Don't you want to marry Shang Hexing? Do you want to ruin the rest of your life?"
