Mo Lin'er closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look at Ye Shafeng's grotesque thing, nor did she want to.
But even with her eyes closed, Mo Lin'er felt extremely sick to her stomach, and wanted to vomit.
"Hurry up, I can hardly wait any longer," Ye Shafeng bellowed. "I'm giving you a count of three. If you don't start, your Brother Chen Feng will become a ghost under my knife."
Ye Shafeng roared.
Upon hearing this, Mo Lin'er's whole body shuddered.
"Lin'er, don't listen to him. He can't kill me. Don't worry about me, let him chop," Chen Feng shouted loudly.
Chen Feng couldn't possibly just watch Mo Lin'er be threatened and humiliated.
