"Zhao Xuan, how could you be so malicious? I have seen through your true face now; hitting me is one thing, but do you even have the heart to harm Chengye? After all, Chengye was originally your boyfriend--"
Qi Xinrou hugged Baili Chengye, crying as if her heart were breaking.
"Rourou, don't be sad, I'm fine. Haven't we known all along that she's always been this cruel and ruthless? There's no point in talking to her anymore."
Baili Chengye wiped his face, saw his hand covered in sticky fresh blood, couldn't help but sway his body, and, without forgetting to gently comfort Qi Xinrou, then turned his head with a sinister look at Zhao Xuan: "Zhao Xuan, if you come here now, kneel down, and admit your mistakes to Rourou and me, I might consider letting you go. If you continue to be delusional, I'll make sure you regret it."
"Kneel down and admit my mistakes? Ha, Baili Chengye, you sure have a lot of nerve. Who do you think you are?"
