Feng Ling really wanted to kill her.
She could not bear to see her.
At the thought of the huge fire at the seaside of Malibu, and Qin Qiu being pushed out of the emergency room with a white cloth, she wanted to kill Feng Mingzhu on the spot.
After multiple mental tortures, Feng Mingzhu felt as though she was facing the threat of death at any moment. She was already on the verge of breaking down, and tears were streaming down her face. She held onto her own clothes with both hands, but her eyes were full of fear. She did not even have the strength to stand up.
Feng Ling held the gun in her hand tightly and looked at her. Her every word was cold and clear. "I promised Li Nanheng that I won't do anything illegal and won't make him worry. I won't take your life. Keep it and slowly wear it down in the cold prison."
