Zhao Tianhua thought that Qin Mucheng would fly into a rage out of humiliation.
However, who knew that Qin Mucheng's expression remained calm?
He only looked at Zhao Tianhua indifferently as if he were looking at an ant.
This gaze completely infuriated Zhao Tianhua.
He picked up the small jar in his hand and pretended to smash it on the ground, "Qin Mucheng, don't force me. If you do, I will scatter Ji Yuanyuan's ashes."
Qin Mucheng's eyes were fixed on the small jar in Zhao Tianhua's hands. He frowned slightly when he heard that and said, "Don't you care about Shen Lingxue at all? She's in my hands now. As long as you give me her ashes…"
Before Qin Mucheng could finish his sentence, Zhao Tianhua burst out laughing again.
Qin Mucheng frowned as he looked at Zhao Tianhua, who had a crazed expression on his face.
