Eighteen years ago, the Ni Family cast her aside; now, she can likewise demand an eye for an eye from Ni Yun!
That would be fair!
Ni Yang stretched out her hand, her pale fingers gripping Wu Yanyun's chin tightly, gradually increasing the pressure. As her red lips parted slightly, she uttered, "Listen! If I find out this has anything to do with you, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Each word was ice-cold, sending shivers down one's spine.
Even Wu Jinshu and Yan Erju, who were nearby, felt a chill run through them.
It was an odd sensation, considering Ni Yang was just a girl of around eighteen or nineteen, but she exuded the air of a seasoned superior!
After saying those words, Ni Yang let go of Wu Yanyun and turned to Mo Qishen, "Brother Mo, let's go."
"Okay," Mo Qishen nodded.
After the two of them left, Yan Erju and Wu Jinshu immediately confronted Wu Yanyun.
"Tell us honestly, does Little Yunyun's disappearance have anything to do with you?"
