Tang Sili took a deep breath, trying his best not to look at the faint mark that the scissors in her hand already left on her own neck, and said in a steady voice, "Listen to me, put the scissors down first. We can talk about whatever it is slowly."
Ha. Zhao Mengjin almost wanted to laugh out loud. It felt like something that absolutely couldn't come out of his mouth.
Seeing the barely suppressed smile on her face, a shadow flickered through Tang Sili's eyes, cursing damn it in his heart!
He absolutely didn't need to worry about this, if she wanted to die, then die! It was her own choice!
It seemed that she saw this little thought in his heart. Zhao Mengjin raised her eyebrows coldly and said, "Rest assured, I've already left a letter, informing my uncle and aunt that even if I die, it has nothing to do with you."
Tang Sili sat back in the chair.
