"If you ask me, since the poison in you isn't cured yet, if it were me, I'd definitely say some nice things to the person who can cure the poison, rather than offending everyone like you."
Tang Rao had made his words clear, his itch satisfied, and now he was just waiting for Yan Moyi's next move.
"Senior Brother Yan, say something, won't you? Our lives are in his hands; I don't want to die yet. Beg Tang Rao, if you plead with him, he'll definitely spare us."
Tang Shimei was practically Tang Rao's perfect accomplice, pushing things just to make Yan Moyi give in, wasn't she?
"Spare me? Little Junior Sister, you're indeed too naive. I'm telling you, from the start, this man knew your father. He brought us back just to humiliate us. Otherwise, how would he appear here, brought by your father's trusted aide? Such a hypocrite, asking me to apologize? Spit!"
