He had absolutely no interest in whether Yin Nuo was saved or not.
He just wanted to see An Ziqing.
He walked into the room.
Another voice came from inside.
"You've finally gotten your wish to see her." The voice was wicked, with a strange edge to it.
Mo Wei tossed the key over. "What you wanted."
"How could what I want be this tiny little key?" The voice let out a low laugh. "I want so many things, but right now I only want one—let Ling Chuan live a life worse than death!"
"Then I'd rather he just die outright."
"That'd be letting him off easy, not revenge. Just picture it—taking everything Ling Chuan has, leaving him with nothing! He's so high and mighty; what do you think it feels like when he crashes to the ground?" Clenching the key in his hand, the man let out another low laugh.
Mo Wei pictured that scene and felt his blood boil too. "Taking everything he has won't be that easy."
