Tong Shishi clutched her battered face, gazing in disbelief at the sullen frown on Mo Zixuan's face. The light that flooded from his eyes was as cold as a knife, his words sharp and ruthless, "Tong Shishi, if you dare to try anything like this again, I promise you will neither want to live nor be able to die."
Last time, he spared her. She promised to obey his every command.
Yet merely twenty days later, she dared to deceive him. She clearly didn't respect him at all.
With tears streaming down her face and welling in her eyes, she explained in a wronged tone, "Zixuan, everything I did, I did it for your sake. I know you love Wen Ran deeply. Every day she stays with Mo Xiuchen, you're in pain. I want her to leave Mo Xiuchen, to be with you."
Mo Zixuan snorted coldly, "Don't think I don't know what's on your mind. You feel that Wen Ran robbed you of your chance to marry Little Liu. You are seeking revenge on her, and can't bear to see her happier than you, isn't that right?"
