Mù Qiānxún simply stared at him coldly, the words spit out colder than the helplessness in his tone.
"You're powerless, you can't do anything to me! Listen, today I'm warning you, you'd better not let Wen Rou project her twisted thoughts onto me anymore. Otherwise, I won't be responsible if I can't keep my promise to you. I never make promises lightly, but once given, I'll keep it. Luo SuiFeng, don't force me to do despicable things."
This was Mù Qiānxún's last stand.
And her warning.
Luo SuiFeng knew that once Mù Qiānxún uttered these words, if Wen Rou dared to confess her identity as a floral demon, she would expose that song and Wen Rou's hypocrisy to everyone.
She would absolutely do such a thing.
Luo SuiFeng knew he couldn't persuade Mù Qiānxún.
But for the sake of Wen Rou, he still needed to make a last-ditch effort.
"Qianxun, I promise, this will be the last time. Alright?"
