Under the moonlight, the man's handsome face was as pale as death. He weakly opened his eyes, his cold gaze fixated on Yao Yunqing, who was being tightly grasped by those people. He parted his lips, but ultimately, he couldn't make a sound...
"Stop! Uncle, you stop right there!!!"
Yao Yunqing's body shook violently, tears streaming freely down her delicate face. She bit her lip, her voice trembling, "Uncle, if you want me to marry Gong Xin, then don't lay a finger on him. Otherwise, I don't mind going down together in mutual destruction!"
Having screamed out with her last bit of strength, she slumped down, her complexion under the moonlight as pale as snow, devoid of any color.
