Otherwise, in this life, she truly would die with her eyes open!
Thinking of these things, Song Qiuxue said to Jiang Yixue, "Bring Miss Luo here, I have something to ask of her."
"Alright." Jiang Yixue stood up and went directly to find Mo Jun.
He didn't oppose his mother's revenge against the Jiang Family, because in this way, she lived better than the her who was worse off than death before.
As long as hatred could bring her back to life, nothing else mattered.
Mo Jun was quickly invited over, and Jiang Yixue left, leaving the space just for the two of them.
"Auntie, what do you wish to say to me?" Mo Jun sat by the bedside, confused, and asked her.
Song Qiuxue couldn't help but tear up; she grabbed her hand and pleaded, "Miss Luo, I know I shouldn't owe you any more favors! But I have to ask for your help, only you can help us!"
"Don't talk about it so seriously. Just tell me what you need, if I can do it, I will promise you." Mo Jun replied.
