"CEO, CEO?"
She tentatively called out twice, but the man, as if he hadn't heard her, threw a dozen punches before picking up the knife that a crazed fan had dropped on the ground.
"!"
Ye Xian's pupils dilated rapidly, a terrifying and unbelievable thought flashing through her mind—could the CEO be thinking of...
"CEO!"
Ye Xian ran over and saw the cruel look swirling in the dark depths of his eyes, obviously radiating a fierce intent to kill, "Stop! Stop it, or someone is going to die."
She hurriedly grabbed his arm, which was holding the knife, her eyes wide with terror and blazing.
Bo Tingshen then seemed to come to his senses, releasing his grip.
The crazed fan on the wall, who had already fainted, slid down like a lump of dead flesh.
Bo Tingshen looked at her, the darkness and gloom in his eyes slightly receding as he examined her from head to toe, making sure she wasn't hurt, then he pulled her tightly into his arms.
