His terrifying voice was laden with thick murderous intent and threats.
Mo Lan clutched the fruit knife, fear evident in her eyes, but so was resolve.
She actually dared to strike him...
This time, she must be dead for sure.
Mo Lan felt utterly disheartened as she gripped the knife and said coldly, "You don't need to act; I'll end my own life. Qi Ruigang, in this lifetime, the person I hate the most is you. If I die, I can be freed!"
After saying that, she raised the knife and thrust it viciously toward her stomach—
"Bitch!" Qi Ruigang bellowed as he rushed over and forcefully pulled her hand away, snatching the fruit knife and carelessly throwing it to the ground.
"Slap—" Before Mo Lan could react, her face was struck by a slap.
She tumbled awkwardly off the bed and landed heavily on the floor...
Qi Ruigang walked over to her and, with his uninjured hand, forcefully lifted her up.
Mo Lan's feet left the ground, and she found herself eye-to-eye with him.
