Muo Huangnian's gaze was dark and unfathomable, "What if the culprit is found."
"And what happens after it's found? If my brother hadn't been trying to help Qin Manman, would he have been beaten to death in such a desolate place?"
Wei Ruo said coldly and angrily, "I don't care how you want to blame me this time, but I've made my stance very clear—if you want to become the High Priest, if you want the things I just mentioned, then make Qin Manman abort the child. Otherwise, if you miss this chance, you'll have to wait another ten years."
Muo Huangnian's grip on the doorknob tightened gradually, his gaze chillingly opaque. "Wei Ruo, are you threatening me?"
"Yes, I'm threatening you right now," Wei Ruo gritted her teeth, her eyes brimming with tears. "My brother is dead, Huangnian, that was my own blood brother! Are you expecting me to remain indifferent? If it weren't for you, I would've killed Qin Manman without hesitation!"
