"What if it's an order? I'm sorry, but I can't execute it. You owe a debt, you pay it; you commit a murder, you atone for it. If you make a mistake, you must pay the price."
"As for a request, that depends on Mr. Lu's sincerity."
After Mu Qiancheng spoke, Mr. Lu's face turned as dark as ink. He looked at Mu Qiancheng, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
"Good for you, Mu Qiancheng!" Accompanied by Mr. Lu's roar was the sound of a hand slamming on the table. Lu Ling was startled, but Mu Qiancheng remained calmly seated.
He knew Mr. Lu would be angry, but so what? There was no way he would appease the man by letting his wife endure grievances, or even divorce her.
Mu Qiancheng looked up at Mr. Lu without speaking. He had already made his stance clear; how Mr. Lu would decide was his own business.
Mr. Lu met Mu Qiancheng's candid gaze, unable to find an outlet for his anger, and finally could only grit his teeth and say, "Mu Qiancheng, I hope you won't regret this."
