"Who it is doesn't concern you," Mo Liancheng said indifferently, "State your purpose."
"Young man, there's no need for such a temper. You barged into our Su Family's territory; should I not be allowed to interrogate you?" Su Qinghai said with a stern face, his questioning resounding with righteousness.
However, Mo Liancheng's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile, "How ridiculous. You've kidnapped my wife, yet you speak to me of reason?"
"Wife?" Su Qinghai looked puzzled, and his old face turned a bit red.
"The world is vast, but if we discuss shamelessness, I believe... no one could surpass you," Mo Liancheng spoke calmly, yet his words were laced with biting irony.
Faced with such a desperate situation, he had no intention of losing that last shred of dignity.
Death, he was not afraid of.
But what about his Tan'er?
In his bloodshot eyes, there flickered a desolate light...
