Meng Ziqi understood all the implications in those words.
Her eyes widened in shock, her face drained of color, filled with extreme fear, "What are you saying? You want me to kill my father and then frame Yu Jingrong? No way!"
"I knew you wouldn't agree, which is why I didn't say he had to die," Su Xin said, taking out a small plastic bag containing some powder, "If your dad takes this, he won't die, he will just become mute! Once he's mute, Yu Jingrong won't be able to get anything out of him."
But Meng Ziqi didn't trust her and shook her head, "I don't believe you, I know you want me to kill my dad."
Su Xin suddenly laughed, a ghastly figure under the light, looking extremely hideous, "Meng Ziqi, didn't you kill your mother the same way?"
The blood vessels in Meng Ziqi's eyes multiplied, turning a deep red, "No, no, madam, please don't kill my dad. He won't tell Yu Jingrong, I'm in your hands, he definitely won't."
