Standing in the extremely luxurious living room, Ning Yazhi felt particularly heavy. After struggling for a long time, she had the courage to stand here.
He tried every possible means to escape, thinking that he would never see the devil Mu Chengfeng again in this life.
She stood here again, proving one thing, she was destined to not escape his grasp, everything was under his control.
So what if you are unwilling to do so.
She couldn't just watch her mother suffer in prison. The pain of her mother's cough was still vivid in her mind. She was helpless in pain at that time and wished she was the one who coughed and bleeds.
Thinking of everything her mother has endured over the past twenty years, Ning Yazhi's heart felt like it was being burned.
She stood in the hall waiting for almost an hour, her stubborn eyes full of patience and her back straight.
The servants seemed to have a tacit understanding, but none of them appeared here, let alone talked to her. Noan seemed to disappear into thin air after getting out of the car.
The empty air was eerily still.
Ning Yazhi didn't know how long she stood there before she finally heard the sound of footsteps, one step at a time, coming from the stairs covered with milky white marble.
So lightly, yet it struck Ning Yazhi's heart so hard.
With every step she took, she felt her heart beating nervously.
Mu Chengfeng walked step by step in front of Ning Yazhi with a condescending attitude. Mu Chengfeng sat down casually. At this time, the servant miraculously appeared. British-style afternoon tea, a set of valuable silverware, for making black tea,
The small silver plate also contained exquisite and gorgeous pastries.
His behavior was extremely leisurely and elegant, as if he had never seen the Ningya in front of him.
Ning Yazhi finally couldn't hold back her anger: "You can't hurt my mother!"
Mu Chengfeng happened to pick up the porcelain cup with exquisite patterns and took a sip of black tea. When he heard her words, he raised his eyebrows very high. He held the cup and said lightly: "Why should I hurt her?"
"Because of me!" She blurted out: "I know it was my fault for running away. Everything is my fault. You can't hurt my mother. She is innocent."
His eyes fell lightly on her face, and his eyes seemed to have thorns like fine needles, all piercing Ning Yazhi's face.
She could hardly bear the tiny cold light, so she took a deep breath and continued: "Mr. Mu is a member of the upper class, so he must have a lot of it, right?"
"No." He replied calmly.
"What do you want?" She still couldn't hold her breath. She knew that her mother's life and death was actually in his hands, but she really didn't want to negotiate terms with him. No matter what the terms were, she knew what the result would be.
"What do you really want?" There was a hint of sarcasm on his lips, as if he was extremely disdainful of her pretentiousness.
Ning Yazhi's face heated up: "Why are you investigating my mother's affairs? What good will it do to you?"
He suddenly smiled, indifferently and coldly: "What do you think? Watching your biological mother suffer from illness in prison is probably not an easy thing, right? Or do you think that after your mother was hospitalized this time,
Will the world be a better place if you go back to prison again? Do you know how dirty it is? How bad the food is? How many bacteria are there on the sheets? Do you know why she is a death row inmate and why the death penalty has not yet been executed?"
Ning Yazhi's face suddenly turned pale, and she roared as if she was broken: "Mu Chengfeng, stop talking, stop talking!"