Lin Qing couldn't stand it any longer: "I was going to let you live a few more days, but you just had to lay a hand on our madam. I guess you're truly eager to meet Yama, the God of Death."
"Crack!"
Just as Lin Qing made his move, the frail Wei Wei fell onto the mahjong table.
After all, there hadn't been many deaths here, so this scared everyone, making them tremble as they stepped back.
Bai Qingzhu glared coldly at them: "If I find out that anyone breathes a word about today, one word—death!"
She exuded the presence of a queen, leaving them incapable even of nodding.
Seeing how clueless they were, Lin Qing walked over and slapped their faces with his shoe sole: "Did you hear? Our madam is speaking to you."
"Yes, yes, we understand."
After all, she is Xiao Lijin's woman. With just one word from Xiao Lijin, wouldn't our lives be over?
After stepping out, Bai Qingzhu said, "Throw Wei Wei to Wei Yang."
"Yes."
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