All of this was orchestrated by Ni Yang.
Did Ni Yang really think she could use such despicable means to make herself feel grateful, to forgive her?
Did she think she was so easy to deceive?
She wasn't a three-year-old child.
"I don't need your help!" Wu Yanyun pushed Ni Yang away, "Ni Yang, stop with your fake kindness here. Don't think I don't know what you're really thinking! Who are you putting on this show for? You really make me sick!"
Ni Yang didn't fight back and just watched Wu Yanyun, a layer of desolation welling up inside her.
Saving Wu Yanyun was no accident, no matter what, this person was her own sister, and she couldn't remain indifferent and let Wu Yanyun die right there.
If she had still held a sliver of hope for this sister before, now, she was thoroughly disappointed in her.
Mo Qishen slightly furrowed his brow.
Ni Yang had already told him about Wu Yanyun's situation over the phone.
