"Alright, for your sake, I'll let him go today. But you are never to plead for him again, and you are not to seek death for anyone else, got it?"
He nearly spoke the latter part between clenched teeth.
"Mm." Lin Xinlan softly replied, her hand clutching his clothes, her body still trembling slightly.
She had not yet recovered from the shock she had just experienced.
Rong Shaoze hooked his lips into a smile, though it was a reluctant one: "You don't have the guts, yet you dare to think about suicide. You really are a woman in need of disciplining!"
He picked her up horizontally, turned his body to block her line of sight, preventing her from glancing at Qiao Yiyang.
Turning his head slightly, he softly said, "Let the man go."
"Yes!"
Lin Xinlan really wanted to take a look at how Qiao Yiyang was, but Rong Shaoze explicitly refused to let her, so she had no choice but to hold back, otherwise his anger, which he had difficulty suppressing, might flare up again.
