Xiao Moli stood there without moving, "Are you sorry that your father killed my sister? Or are you sorry that your brother harmed An Ziqi?"
Lan Yue bit her lip, "Both, it's our fault. If you want revenge, I leave it to you."
"It's not related to you. You are with Xiao Chen, and Mom has already accepted you. The debt your brother owes, I will settle with him bit by bit. I hope you won't interfere then," Xiao Moli said coldly.
Lan Yue's hands at her sides clenched tightly, "I know."
Xiao Moli pursed his lips and looked outside, saying nothing more.
He had said everything he needed. Lan Yue was a smart person, and if she wanted to be with Xiao Chen, she should have known these things long ago.
About half an hour later, Xiao Chen came out of the instrument room.
His eyes scanned over Lan Yue and Xiao Moli.
Of course, he was not worried about Xiao Moli doing anything to Lan Yue, but the atmosphere was too cold. It was really unfair for his wife to stay with such an ice block.
