Lu Jianshen released Fang Qinglian and strode forward to seize Nan Xi's arm.
Immediately, his deep eyes looked at her seriously, "Nan Xi, calm down, listen to me, I never intended to harm you. You are my wife, and I will never threaten you with a knife."
"Really?" Nan Xi scoffed, then roared, "But I've drawn a knife on your confidante! To protect her, you'll have to threaten me with a knife. Lu Jianshen, don't you understand? There's no peace between Fang Qinglian and me; it's either her death or mine."
"Alright, you choose, who will die?"
Nan Xi's words rendered Lu Jianshen speechless.
At that moment, Fang Qinglian slid into the car, clinging weakly to Lu Jianshen's arm like a butterfly.
"Jianshen, stop fighting. I can explain what just happened; it wasn't intentional on Nan Xi's part."
"I came to visit her after hearing about her car accident, but she became too emotional. I wasn't prepared, and accidentally got cut by the knife."
