"Five minutes, I'm begging you."
Chi Huan looked at her quietly, her face impassive.
Once upon a time, she thought she'd been tempered into steel and it was difficult for anything to hurt her anymore.
Although she seemed successful these past years, the number of people who truly understood her or mattered to her could be counted on one hand with fingers to spare.
That day, when she said those things, it was under extreme emotional collapse.
But even after calming down and thinking it over, if they had succeeded in making her lose Mo Shiqian, she reckoned she would have stopped at nothing to—take revenge. Fortunately, despite her fragile family ties, Mo Shiqian didn't disappoint her.
"Fine, five minutes," she said with a slight smile, "I also want to hear what you could possibly have the face to say to me now."
Madame Lally's face went pale.
The next second, just as she was about to speak, Chi Huan was led by the waist into the apartment by the man.
