"..."
Does it make a difference?
Su Qingtian was left speechless, but she couldn't bring herself to say that there was no difference.
Mo Beiyan suddenly let go, and Su Qingtian slid down the wall.
The man took a few steps back, his eyes dark and gloomy, "Hit her!"
The guard responded and stepped forward, Su Qingtian held her head with both hands, "No! Don't hit me!"
"If you dare to hit Moo Huantong, you should know you'll get it back."
"But, didn't you say you didn't care about her?"
"Do you believe everything I say?" Mo Beiyan sneered, "If I said you could become immortal by committing suicide, would you gut yourself right now?"
"..."
Mo Beiyan lit a cigarette and sat down on the chair behind him, "Hit her!"
"Yes!"
The guards, unaware of compassion, launched into a storm of fists and kicks...
Mo Nanjue stubbed out his cigarette and turned to leave the room.
The man came downstairs, the Men in Black were waiting by the car, "Young Master."
"Speak."
