Mo Fengyang stood frozen, like a wooden chicken.
A single word of "kill" shattered all her hopes.
For a long while, Mo Fengyang's tears fell continuously, impossible to wipe away.
However, the tears couldn't cleanse her past wish to commit murder.
"Liancheng brother, I know I was wrong, I was wrong... I won't dare again. Please let me go, alright? Just this once, I won't cause her trouble anymore, no more. I swear it, really, I swear!"
"Yu Hao, throw her out of the manor. Close the door, no visitors," Mo Liancheng no longer wanted to see that face.
He had never felt such repulsion as he did today.
His Tan'er might occasionally be sly and employ small schemes, but never had she wished for their death, and yet they, one after another, wished her dead? If he had entered the Imperial Palace and not followed her to the theater, would she still be safely beside him at this moment?
He dared not imagine...
