"The path is your own choice, don't blame others."
From behind Han Xi, Lu Jinghan's chilling voice suddenly emerged, his eyes like dark storm clouds gathering before a hurricane at sea.
Han Yaxin is now utterly fearless; after all, she has no desire to live: "I told you I only want Han Xi and Han Siyu here. It'd be best for others not to show up, or this little girl can forget about surviving."
Saying this, Han Yaxin moved even closer to the rooftop railing. Song Mengmeng was already sobbing weakly, but her tear-stained eyes were filled with immense fear.
Han Xi was so frightened her heart almost jumped out of her chest. She anxiously glanced at Lu Jinghan, "Jing Han, please leave first, okay? She's very unstable right now, and I'm worried Meng Meng is really in danger."
"I'd be even less at ease leaving you alone here. We just need to stall for time; the police sniper will be here soon."
