To repay her benefactor in such a way, is truly a case of repaying kindness with enmity.
Such an act, Leng Yu could never bring herself to do.
Her fists clenched, her silence speaking volumes of the inner struggle she was undergoing.
Nangong Yun took two steps closer to her, speaking loudly.
"I will not go with you to Ling Island. If you're capable, then kill me. I would rather die than live that kind of life!"
Suddenly, she stepped forward, grabbing something from Nangong Xu's table.
Only when they took a closer look, did they realise she had taken a surgical knife, pressing it against her own throat.
"Miss Nangong!" Leng Yu was taken aback, scared that she might drive the benefactor who saved Mr. Xiaojiu to her death.
"Miss Nangong, let's talk it out. If you saved Mr. Xiaojiu, then I...then I..."
"What is there to talk about? You're pushing me to this point, essentially pushing me to death!"
