The coldness on Lu Jingchi's face was clearly visible at this time, and his eyes seemed to be able to freeze people.

"no no......"

Along with Jiang Lan's breathing, a few broken words also popped out of his mouth.

Feng Qin also widened his eyes and looked at Jiang Lan in surprise.

She actually... spoke.

When Feng Qin thought it was a hallucination before she died, she struggled to spit out a few more words.

"Please...please...no, don't!"

Lu Jingchi lowered his eyes and looked at her. Not only was he not moved by her begging for mercy, but his murderous intent became more and more obvious.

His knuckles holding the dagger turned white. The next second, he grabbed Feng Qin's hair and dropped the dagger in his hand!

"Lu Jingchi!!"

Suddenly, Jiang Lan burst out shouting at the top of his lungs, which was extremely loud in the warehouse, and the lingering sound echoed continuously.

Lu Jingchi made a movement, and the tip of the knife stopped less than two centimeters on Feng Qin's neck.

Feng Qin stared at the dagger and forgot to move his eyes.

In just two minutes, the god of death floated over his head twice, and again twice. Even if Lu Jingchi didn't kill him, he would be frightened to death.

Lu Jingchi suddenly turned around and looked at Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan hugged Lu Jingchi's legs tightly and looked at him with tears streaming down her face, her body shaking violently from crying.

She trembled her lips and slowly uttered a few words: "Don't, don't let me, hate you..."

Lu Jingchi's eyes flashed, "Hate me?"

Jiang Lan had no choice but to do anything. She really didn't know how to save Feng Qin.

She looked at Lu Jingchi pleadingly, her hair was messy and stuck to her face, all wet with sweat.

She could only ask him.

Use every possible means to beg him.

If Feng Qin died because of her, she would owe Feng Qin his life. She would become a murderer and a sinner.

She will spend the rest of her life in nightmares, unable to live in peace.

"don't want......"

Lu Jingchi stretched out his hand and pinched her chin, "Did you just say you hate me?"

Jiang Lan also realized what she had said, and she shook her head.

Lu Jingchi smiled.

"You hate me because of him?"

Jiang Lan's lips trembled slightly, and she tightened her fingers on his trousers. She seemed to irritate him even more.

Lu Jingchi stared at her for a moment, ignored her, and looked at Feng Qin again, as if thinking about how to make Feng Qin's death more miserable.

Jiang Lan couldn't find any solution.

In desperation, she stood up from the ground and pushed Lu Jingchi hard.

She used almost all her strength.

Just like in the morning, he was actually pushed out. Even Jiang Lan himself was a little unbelievable.

She watched Lu Jingchi take two steps back and was supported by Lin Zheng behind him.

"Director Lu..." Lin Zheng's face was full of worry. Only he could see clearly just now that the place where Jiang Lan's palm fell was exactly where Lu Jingchi was injured.

Only then did Jiang Lan realize that under Lu Jingchi's windbreaker, he really wanted to wear a hospital gown.

A look of pain flashed between Lu Jingchi's brows, but it only passed away briefly, and it was more murderous.

Jiang Lan gestured: This is all my fault. If I die...it will be fine if I die. I will atone for my sins...

Lu Jingchi's forehead throbbed with veins. He stared at Jiang Lan's gesticulating fingers and laughed softly.

His laughter made everyone present feel numb.

Fortunately, a group of people came in at this time.
Chapter completed!