"How come," Mo Shiche held his coffee cup with a smirk, "is this call from Yan Chu asking me to do something, to further tarnish my image in Sheng Tang's eyes? So she won't believe what I say?"
He had guessed it.
Sheng Miao paused, not denying it, but simply smiled, "Shiche, there's actually nothing much, but isn't it just that you hate me?"
She looked up at him with a deep and focused gaze, "I know you must hate me very much now, but no worries, I'll give you a chance to vent your hatred—Sheng Tang is currently taking my daughter with Bu Wei for a DNA test. Go and kill that child."
"Your daughter with Bu Wei," Mo Shiche squinted his eyes and scoffed, "Do you really want me to vent by killing your daughter, or is this just a pretext, the real reason being an indelible, lifelong stain?"
