The blade in Nangong Mo's hand rests against Fang Yumei's arm.
Yet to plunge in.
It's giving Bao Gucheng one last chance—to see if he'll save this maid.
However.
Bao Gucheng's determination exceeds his imagination by ten thousand times.
With a face like icy frost, he remains completely still.
Nangong Mo smirks mockingly: "The world always says Mr. Bo loves his people like his children. Seems that's all it is."
The subordinates nearby, and the old man in the corner of the sofa, all follow with sneers.
Bao Gucheng's tone is indifferent: "Your Nangong Family's servant isn't one of my people; it's not for me to pity. Do as you please."
No one could laugh anymore.
Damn, this man's truly ruthless, that kind of absolute cruelty, with not an ounce of pity for women.
Nangong Mo: "..."
Fingers tighten!
The knife flashes cold, followed by a shrill scream as Fang Yumei's arm is truly sliced off, blood gushing out.
