"Mo Lan, put down the knife."
Mo Lan was still very emotional: "Qi Ruigang, I've had enough of you. You don't know how much pain your every compulsion causes me. You control everything I do. What's the point of living like this!"
Qi Ruigang knew she was no longer afraid of pain, nor of death.
If he angered her more, she would definitely hurt herself. He had the power to stop her from committing suicide, but he might not be able to prevent her from getting hurt.
Now that she was pregnant, any injury could put the child at risk at any time.
Qi Ruigang's eyes darkened as he said, "Fine, if you want to make a call, I'll let you. I'll agree to anything, except divorce and interfering with the Nangong Family's affairs!"
"Really?" Mo Lan asked uncertainly.
"Yes!" Qi Ruigang gritted his teeth as he replied, this woman was truly his nemesis!
"Give me a phone, now." Mo Lan demanded.
Qi Ruigang immediately had a servant bring a phone, "Give me the knife."
