Ah Shuang didn't refute at all. She gritted her teeth and shouted.
"Yes, I hate him. I can't wait to drink his blood and tear his flesh apart to see the pain he has given me. Now that he has received such an ending, doesn't he deserve it?"
Wen Muchu looked at her face filled with hatred and couldn't help but sigh.
That sense of pity became even stronger.
Ah Shuang had already fallen to the ground without anyone noticing.
Wen Muchu walked over, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up to sit on the chair again.
He stared at her and asked, " "Is this revenge enough? Wouldn't that be letting Black Panther off too easily? Can you vent the hatred in your heart by giving him such an ending?"
Ah Shuang was stunned by the question, his eyes full of confusion.
"Yingluo, what do you mean?"
Wasn't he one of Heibao's men? Why did his words sound like he was helping her vent her anger?
Wen Muchu truly detested the evil things that Heibao had done in the past.
