Mo Beiyang was just passing by. If Tang Qingxue didn't seize this only chance, no one would be able to help her.
Unfortunately, before she could speak, Lianxin had already made a move.
She grabbed Tang Qingxue's hand and whispered in her ear, "You better not try anything funny, because I'll be watching you."
As Lianxin said these words, her face was somewhat grim, and the fingers holding Tang Qingxue's hand were cold and clammy, like some kind of vine creeping up from underground, sticky and making Tang Qingxue's heart panic. Tang Qingxue stared at her for a long time, but in the end, she chose to nod silently. Only then did Lianxin show a sickly smile, "That's right, my good... Cousin-in-law."
The last two words, "cousin-in-law," were emphasized heavily, spoken loudly, as if deliberately said for Mo Beiyang to hear.
Mo Beiyang quietly watched the two women, his gaze sweeping over their faces, and then asked, "Is there a flashlight?"
