"Fine..."
...
Jian Ran tenderly wrapped a tissue around Mu Wan's small hand. Her beautiful eyes turned a few shades colder, exuding a chilling aura that could capture the soul.
These two women are simply courting death.
...
Mu Wan was in so much pain, she almost fainted. She came back to her senses after a while and looked at Wu Jingjing in front of her. Trembling, she said, "Wu Jingjing... just now, you also crushed my hand... I think you've vented some of your anger. But it was my fault for offending you before, it has nothing to do with Jian Ran. Let her go."
Mu Wan, with her beautiful and clear eyes, looked at the woman in front of her, speaking without any evasion.
Wu Jingjing could actually crush her hand like this. This time, she intended to fight to the death and go down together.
What's more important than her own hand is that Jian Ran is pregnant.
She must remain unharmed.
"Hmph... Mu Wan, you're dreaming..."
