Mo Tingshen was slightly taken aback. He turned around, his brow furrowed tightly, not even a glimmer of light could penetrate.
"I'm not begging you, nor am I consulting with you. I'm ordering you not to do it, so are you going to do it or not?"
Mo Tingshen pressed his lips tightly and said nothing.
Chu Yao pressed on, "Between Qiao Man and me, you can only choose one. Who do you choose?"
Mo Tingshen suddenly felt a headache, a severe one, the kind that quickly constricted his breathing and tightened his heart.
Chu Yao was like a demon, knowing how to affect his emotions and knowing how to manipulate him. He was like a puppet, at her mercy.
In the end, it was because he had indulged her for half his life.
He spoiled her to the point of unruliness!
He was silent for a long time, and though Chu Yao no longer pressed him verbally, her demeanor clearly showed no sign of easing.
"I choose you."
