Li Yuemei feared Mo Lin might act impulsively and harbor murderous intent.
Then she'd be a dead woman for sure.
Li Yuemei didn't have the confidence to leave alive from the hands of a Nightmare Level Ghost.
Fu Wansan, on the side, was visibly panicked.
He didn't know whether he should persuade Mo Lin to stop or let Mo Lin take action.
At this moment... it was especially difficult.
If Li Yuemei is really killed, they'll definitely face a storm-like revenge from the Li Family.
But if Li Yuemei isn't killed, the Li Family won't let them off either.
It's simply a deadlock...
The kind that ends in death no matter what.
The next moment, Chen Xi grabbed Li Yuemei by the neck.
Li Yuemei's feet lifted off the ground, her cheeks turning red from suffocation.
"I'm not here... with my..." Clearly, she wanted to explain something.
But Chen Xi's grip was too strong, leaving her unable to articulate herself clearly.
"Let go!" Mo Lin slowly said.
Only then did Chen Xi loosen his grip.
