Ling Fan, with hands clasped behind his back, swept his indifferent gaze over the entire scene before finally landing it on the enchantingly seductive Ma Aolei.
"I did not trouble myself with you yesterday, sparing you once. Yet, not only did you fail to cherish this, but you even went so far as to viciously harm my friend. You can die now!" Ling Fan said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Ma Aolei's knees buckled, and she fell to the ground with a thud, crawling towards Ling Fan.
Her face pale and her delicate body trembling, she hastily pleaded, "My lord, please spare my life! I was momentarily bewitched into committing such nonsense. If my lord spares my life, I am willing to serve like an ox or horse!"
Ling Fan coldly glanced at Ma Aolei. Although she was somewhat good-looking, her heart was far too vicious. Had he not arrived in time, He Feiman would likely be dead by now.
