"Whether kind or malicious." Ou Jue's jawline was firm as he looked at Qiao Qianmo with indifference, "It's all because of me. Do you have a problem with that?"
Because of me.
Those three words left Qiao Qianmo speechless.
It felt as if something was stuck in her throat, and her hands hung powerlessly by her sides.
The two people were no longer as arrogant as before, like fish flapping ashore, waiting for the death they would meet under the relentless sun.
In that confrontation, Susan suddenly felt afraid.
Over a decade ago, her family went bankrupt, and she nearly ended up in jail with them.
She barely escaped to Country S to avoid prison.
She didn't want to go to jail.
Didn't want to.
With a thud, Susan fell to her knees and crawled toward Xia Zhiyun, "Zhiyun, I beg you, I was wrong, I shouldn't have been so possessed, please forgive me this once?"
