Qiming furrowed his brows in pain and looked at her in pain. He reached out and grabbed her little hand.
"It doesn't hurt. You cut it. Even if you cut off your hand, I won't make a sound. It's my responsibility to feel bad for you." He seemed to have memorized his lines and said everything.
"You're the best. " Mo Zitan said with a smile.
Qiming really wanted to cry. Who had he offended?
There was someone in front of him. Mo Yanchen was sitting on his right, and Mo Zitan was sitting on his left. He could tell that Shen chengjing was peeking at him from behind.
He was surrounded by people who were not to be trifled with. He was here to die today, he was definitely here to die.
"Cheng, come down." Mo Yancheng seemed to have eyes in the back of his head as he called out to her.
After Shen chengjing changed her clothes, she leaned over the railing and looked down at the scene on the first floor.
