Ni Chengui never expected that Zhao Jingrong was coming after Ni Yang.
Moreover, Zhao Jingrong wanted to take Ni Yang's life.
She couldn't do it.
She really couldn't do it...
In this world, the person she was most grateful to was Ni Yang.
If it weren't for Ni Yang, she wouldn't have her life today.
Zhao Jingrong saw Ni Chengui's hesitation, "What, you aren't willing?"
"No," Ni Chengui shook her head while saying: "I can't do it... I can't..."
Zhao Jingrong smiled lightly, her eyes full of deep malice, lacking the slightest trace of the dignity and virtue she once had.
"Then just let your precious daughter die!" Zhao Jingrong tightened her grip on the dagger, pressing it against Yuanyuan's neck, the sharp blade seemingly ready to pierce her throat at any moment.
