Cen Mo chuckled and flicked his cigarette. He walked towards Lin Nuan and whispered in her ear, smiling, "If Song Yao dies, the blood is on your hands!"
Lin Nuan suddenly felt her heart hang in mid-air. An unspeakable fear washed over her.
Hearing Liang Mulan's footsteps as she came downstairs, Cen Mo flicked his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up. He gave Lin Nuan one last cold glance and said goodbye to Liang Mulan.
Liang Mulan was slightly surprised as she fixed her cardigan. "Aren't you going to wait for Lin Chen to return?"
"I just received a call and have to attend to some business. I'll come visit again if you have time…"
Lin Nuan walked Cen Mo to the door with Liang Mulan, her heart filled with concern for Song Yao.
Before getting in the car, Cen Mo glanced at Lin Nuan and said, "Miss Lin, do remember to pass the message to Miss Song!"
