Thinking of this, Wang Hao couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"If I kill Zheng Jiaqi to silence her, no one will know this secret. My safety would be more secure," he thought.
Yet, when he saw Zheng Jiaqi crying like a pear blossom bathed in rain, pitiful and helpless, he felt he couldn't bring himself to be the executioner.
Though Zheng Jiaqi had faults, they were not deserving of death!
Wang Hao's silence made Zheng Jiaqi feel even more frightened. She felt like the shadow of the God of Death was already enveloping her, ready to claim her life at any moment.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me. As long as you don't kill me, I'll do anything, anything at all..." she pleaded.
…
Zheng Jiaqi wasn't stupid, at least not before.
But today, far too many inconceivable things happened, completely overturning her understanding of the world.
As a result, her IQ plummeted, almost reaching negative numbers.
