Ji Mingche had never seen her like this before. This time, he truly felt she wanted to kill him, felt her hatred penetrate his very marrow, as though she wished to tear him apart piece by piece.
His heart throbbed painfully as he instinctively raised his hand to block the kitchen knife in hers.
Yet, the pain he'd expected didn't arrive.
The sound of the knife hitting the floor rang in his ears, and immediately after, Jian Si's body went limp and collapsed to the ground.
Ji Mingche slowly lowered his arm. Seeing Jian Si on the floor, his breath caught. He quickly picked her up, lightly patting her pale little face.
"Sisi, what's wrong? Sisi…"
James lowered his head, full of guilt as he explained, "Director Ji, I'm sorry. When I saw her trying to hurt you, I knocked her unconscious! Your arm is bleeding—are you okay?"