But what he got was not Jian Yufei's smiling response.
Instead, it was a cold, frosty rejection: "Get lost!"
"…" Qi Ruigang's face darkened slightly. He snorted coldly, "Even if you beg me, I wouldn't do this kind of thing!"
"You're the one begging to do it!" Mo Lan snapped without reservation, not once glancing at him from start to finish.
Qi Ruigang's face grew even gloomier. "Do you think I care?! I only considered helping you because your hand isn't convenient."
"Don't forget why my hand isn't convenient!" Mo Lan shot him an icy, resentful look.
Qi Ruigang's chest paused in suffocation, his mood turning increasingly irritable.
That knife of his had directly sentenced Mo Lan to condemn him for life.
In this lifetime, she would never forgive this kind of devil!
Qi Ruigang didn't know what to say. He pressed his thin lips tightly together, stood there for a few minutes, but realizing nobody paid him any attention and treated him like air, he left with a cold expression.
