The atmosphere turned so gloomy and dark that even the guards instinctively took a step back in fear. They never saw the Mafia King this angry before. Nothing had ever fazed him, but this captive's words today riled him up.
Wei emanated such a deadly aura that the temperature rapidly plummeted. "Lihua will never hate me," he whispered under his breath. His brows came together to form a frown that lifted the contours of his face in a tense expression.
"She will never hate me because she will never know the truth."
Mo Huojin spat the blood that came out of his crushed jaw. "Are you assuring me or yourself? Who are you consoling here?"
Wei said nothing.
Why? He erased Lihua's memories to make her forget everything. Then why wasn't he still feeling at ease?
