Mo Lan hurried to Jing Yiran's side and held him in concern. She turned around and snapped at Jing Yichen, "Chen, what is wrong with you? Why are you hitting your brother again? Do you really want to kill him?"
Jing Yichen stood rooted on the spot like an exquisite sculpture. He wore a very cold expression on his face and said, "He asked for it. But I have promised dad not to kill him. So he won't die."
Mo Lan shouted in tears, "You keep saying that he asks for it. You can hate me if you want to, because it was I who wanted to keep Ran. But why do you bully him in this way? Come and vent your anger on me if you want to, I have just a few years left and I can take your anger. No more hitting Ran!"
Jing Yichen was just about to leave when he heard her words and stopped.
His fingers were tightly clenched together and he no longer looked calm. Instead, he looked vicious and twisted. "Hate you? Of course I hate you!"
