"Yeah, so I have to get married," Mo Shiche said indifferently, "Now that you know this, there's no need to ask any more questions or make any more self-harming gestures—like the time you threw yourself in front of a car. If Uncle Sheng found out about that, what do you think he would do?"
Sheng Miao suddenly lifted her head, her face freezing, "Huangnian, are you... are you threatening me?"
"I'm not threatening you," Mo Shiche looked down at her, his handsome face impassive, "Miaomiao, you know Uncle Sheng has a bad temper. Since we're talking about avenging a family grudge, it's bound to take time—it might take three years, five years, or even longer. This isn't something that can be accomplished overnight."
Sheng Miao had never understood these matters and couldn't make rash judgments, but the implication of his words... Was he saying he would spend three, five, or even more years with Luo Qiangwei?
