"Why are you looking for me?"
Without answering, Meng Yao looked up at his handsome face, "Are you really... going to do this?"
A storm surged in Luo Xiao's eyes. He walked over in a few steps and grabbed her throat, his voice low, "What did you hear?"
Meng Yao had always had excellent hearing, and she had caught most of the conversation between Luo Xiao and Tong Minghai, her eyes widening, "Hall Master, don't make another mistake..."
Luo Xiao raised his hand as if to hit her, but Meng Yao held his hand, her expression sorrowful, "If you kill me now, the servants won't be able to find me and will certainly be suspicious."
His movement halted, and Meng Yao continued, "Neither of us can leave here; there are people watching outside the villa. Even if you kill me, there's no place to dispose of the body, and if I scream now..."
Luo Xiao's face remained cold, but he had to release her, "What do you want?"
He stared at her face.
