"Is that so?" Wen Muchu raised his brows indifferently.
Lan Xiao immediately nodded, his little head nodding like a rattle-drum.
"Yingluo, I didn't choose my words carefully just now. I was worried about your health. But I swear, I definitely, definitely didn't think in that direction. "Please don't misunderstand me, Yingluo." Lan Xiao raised his finger and looked serious.
A wise man does not fight when the odds are against him. She noticed that Wen Muchu was looking at her with a strange gaze.
If she continued to seek death without looking back, she dared to guarantee that Wen Muchu would definitely think of ways to torture her.
Lan Xiao had thought that by showing her loyalty, she would at least be able to gain Wen Muchu's trust.
Unfortunately, Wen Muchu had no intention of letting her off.
