Tang Mo's gaze shifted to the little girl. The sleeping child's face, round like a dumpling, had a faint blush.
Judging by her face, she did bear a strong resemblance to Lin Yu.
'That Lin Yu is truly ruthless. To sacrifice his own sister for his own sake.'
Ever since becoming an older sister herself, Tang Mo had been particularly sensitive and soft-hearted when it came to children.
"This is the last offering, Fu Qi." Lin Shourong looked up at the creature, his words both a threat and a negotiation. "If you still refuse our request, you'll be left to fend for yourself."
"Then go ahead and try," Fu Qi replied, unconcerned.
Tang Mo was close enough to feel the air freeze. This wasn't a conversation; it was a standoff.
She could tell that even though Fu Qi was trapped, Lin Shourong could take its life whenever he wished. Yet, their positions were still those of equals.
'So, what exactly is Lin Shourong holding back for?'
'And what trump card does Fu Qi have up its sleeve?'
