Mo Ruqing felt that his wrist was about to break. His face was pale, but his eyes were weak and still cold. She stared at his eyes, which were trembling so much that they were about to bleed, and said with a sneer, "Or you can continue to hold on... When she comes back, she is still a good person. If you want such a Mulanxi whose body and life are full of stains, how about I miscalculate Ying Chen?"
The phone that was thrown over lay quietly on the sofa.
No one answered, but the other party still did not hang up. The intermittent sounds came from inside, very chaotic, but after a while, a fragile scream came from inside!
It was like the sound of tearing. It was filled with extreme fear.
Mu Yichen's entire body trembled violently, and he felt as if his mind was on the verge of collapse.
