Mo Qinhe stood before her with a cold, menacing gaze, his lips curling into a sinister grin.
As he uttered those cold words, she was confused. She failed to understand why he was saying such a thing to her. It was as if she was seeing a completely different side of him for the first time. It was a side that frightened her.
At that time, she was just a fifteen-year-old happy girl eagerly waiting for her parents to return from the hospital with her twin sisters. She was filled with excitement and anticipation, looking forward to the arrival of her new siblings.
But when Mo Qinhe spoke those words, it shattered her joy and replaced it with a sense of unease.
"What do you mean, Qinhe?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.
