The hand that was clutching his arm went slack and knocked onto the ground.
Mo Chen gazed at the lifeless person in his embrace, his expression filled with grief, his lips moved, but the voice got stuck in his throat.
He held Mo Yu tightly, tears streaming down continuously.
Why wouldn't she listen to his advice? Why did she have to corner herself into a dead end?
Across from him, Mo Su looked at Mo Chen's sorrow with cold contempt, tinged with a hint of disdain.
A real man crying over this? Pathetic.
Gu Xinuo cast a glance at Mo Su and internally cursed her as a heartless woman.
In a lowered voice, she asked, "Ajiu, what should we do with her?"
They had originally planned to extract the whereabouts of the old Mo patriarch from Mo Yu's lips, but now it seemed hopeless.
Mo Su, this person, was too cruel-hearted to be left alive.
Ye Jiuliang raised an eyebrow, his eyes deep, "We'll wait a few more hours."
