"What? You don't want to?" Lin Jiaojiao lifted the corner of her lips slightly, which in Chen Luo's eyes seemed like a beautiful yet ruthless and vicious femme fatale.
"Jiaojiao..." Chen Luo said, her voice trembling with fear. All of a sudden, she felt that Jiaojiao had changed, and she was now afraid of her.
Jiaojiao used to be delicate, but she was also the softest person, never willing to punish anyone. Even if a servant made a mistake, she would just sulk for a while.
How could the Jiaojiao of today casually talk about killing someone so nonchalantly? It was as if she had emerged from the Palace of Yama.
"No... no..." Tears flowed out of her reddened eyes, and after taking a breath, Chen Luo hurried to the center and knelt down.
She pleaded, "Please, Jiaojiao, spare Ping'er's life."
"Luo Luo." Lin Jiaojiao leaned her body forward slightly, her eyes sharp and her tone gentle. "The maid beside you steals things and lies. How can I let her go?"
