"What... what are you going to do?"
Constrained, Mo Qinlin immediately panicked.
Especially when he saw Lin Bei actually dragging him toward the rooftop, a bad feeling immediately arose in his heart.
He wanted to struggle, but Lin Bei's grip was like a vise, and he could not shake it off at all.
Soon, the two arrived at the rooftop.
"No... don't..."
Mo Qinlin's face turned pale.
As Lin Bei held him with one hand over the edge of the rooftop, hanging tens of meters above the ground, he tensed up in fear, and a stream of urine trickled down his leg.
"Lin... Lin Bei, you... don't be impulsive, if... if I die, you won't live either."
Mo Qinlin's teeth chattered, his speech becoming increasingly incoherent.
Lin Bei couldn't be bothered with such nonsense, and he coldly asked, "Mo Qinlin, your heart is pretty filthy, huh, daring to frame my wife. For a scum like you, killing you wouldn't weigh on me in the slightest."
