"Hmm, don't wear yourself out." Mo Haoxuan spoke softly, supporting Jing Zhiyue.
Jing Zhiyue glanced at Mo Yunchen, who was kneeling on the ground, a flash of madness crossed her eyes and then vanished, "Haoxuan, how about you let me have a word with him alone? Don't worry, you should know how much I hate him now. I only want to speak with him to humiliate him."
Mo Haoxuan's face showed hesitation, "Alright, but I'll leave a few men behind. Mo Yunchen is so cunning, I'm afraid he might harm you."
"Mhm, you're the best." Jing Zhiyue watched Mo Haoxuan leave and after he was gone, she let her face fall cold, acting was truly exhausting.
"Close the door." She ordered the door shut and walked over to Mo Yunchen, looking down at him as he knelt on the ground.
