Qin Mofeng squinted his eyes at her and remained silent for a long time, just watching Jin Min sharply with his eyes narrowed, as if weighing the pros and cons of whether to keep her or let Jin Min get lost.
Jin Min looked at him, her tear-filled eyes full of pleading.
She was begging Qin Mofeng, truly begging him.
She was at the end of her rope, with no hope left whatsoever.
Qin Mofeng squinted his eyes at Jin Min for a long while before finally speaking: "Jin Min, what are you capable of? How far can you go?"
"Whatever you want me to do, I can do it," Jin Min replied.
"Haha, what if I tell you to spend the night with another man?" Qin Mofeng said coldly.
Jin Min pursed her lips, her teeth digging into her lip, tears streaming down her face.
"Speak," Qin Mofeng demanded coldly.
Jin Min was startled but shook her head. "No, Young Master, this I can't do."
Qin Mofeng snorted derisively: "Overestimating yourself, woman."
