Qin Mofeng's body stiffened, followed by a pause, and then he became completely unreasonable.
Jin Min forcefully slapped his shoulder, shouting, "Are you still longing for that woman?"
Hearing this, Qin Mofeng stiffened again, his dark eyes becoming deeper, with a hint of ruthlessness flashing in them. "Longing? You're overestimating me, Qin Mofeng. She destroyed our entire Qin Family. My hatred for her is irreconcilable."
Jin Min looked at him, eagerly searching for the truth in Qin Mofeng's eyes.
She indeed saw hatred in his eyes, but more than that, there was unwillingness.
She furrowed her brows and said, "Your expression tells me you've always been unwilling to let go of her."
"Woman, stop being clever." Qin Mofeng's sharp eyes stared directly at Jin Min, like knives slicing into her face and body, the blade sharp, cutting her flesh.
