She had no choice but to beg this man for help.
Alas, Mu Yazhe did not take her humble request to heart.
"That's enough. Just leave."
Feeling much annoyed, he opened the door to leave but unexpectedly heard a sudden thump from behind.
His heart stilled for a moment before he turned around at once, only to see Jiang Qimeng kneeling on the floor with tears on her face.
The man flared up. "What are you doing now?!"
"I'm begging you… Please… I won't request anything else from you again. Just this once—at the very least, please save my daughter!"
There was no trace of elegance and gracefulness in the upper-class lady at this moment, and her splendid outfit could hardly hide the haggardness and humility she was feeling.
