Mo Yaoxiong nodded, then let out a long sigh. "Ever since Weiyi's mother had the accident, I swore that I wouldn't partake in those nasty deeds I used to do. But…"
The light in the study was exceedingly dim; he barely lifted his eyelids to look at the couple standing before him. His voice was as low as if it emerged from the underworld, saying, "It would be quite easy for me to make someone disappear from this world without arousing any attention through just a few little tricks."
Zhang Liya felt a chill creeping up her spine, she blinked her eyes and quickly clung to her husband's arm.
**
Elsewhere.
Due to Mo Weiyi's insistence, they ended up at the hospital.
The jade sculpture thrown by old Mr. Mo hit Yebai hard. The wound on Xiao Yebai's forehead was quite long; it required five stitches and a gauze pad dressing.
