Hong Yaxuan said coldly, "Mo Huasong, I'm here today to save you, and then cut all ties with you. The child marriage arranged by our elders is hereby null and void."
Then, she turned to Jindaoren and his crew, "You can leave now. You won't be able to kill him with me here."
"Hong Yaxuan, do you really want to start a war between the Hong family and the Mo family?" Mo Chengzhen was fuming. Mo Huasong was the murderer of his son, how could they let them off?
"They can't go." Mo Huasong gave Hong Yaxuan a cold look. "Hong Yaxuan, huh? I don't know about any previous marriage agreement, as you said, it can be canceled. We don't owe each other anything. You can leave."
"You, you---" Hong Yaxuan, who had just been imperturbable, showed a look of embarrassment and anger.
She had thought that when she proposed to dissolve the marriage to Mo Huasong, he would be heartbroken. But no matter how heartbroken he might be, she was determined to sever this absurd marriage tie.
