"Still, I won. I alone played you all like a fiddle; you are all defeated under my hand, hahaha..."
Rongrong pointed at Wen Jiaren, Mu Qian, Mu Bai, and Ding Chen Tai, one after another, laughing like a madwoman.
"You lunatic."
Ding Chen Tai angrily stepped forward, gave her a fierce slap, and tightly grabbed her collar, face frighteningly grim, "Where's the video, speak up now."
Should that video be posted online, the consequences are imaginable. Meng Jingyi is already dead at Rongrong's hand; he cannot let her not find peace even in death, cursed and scorned by the world.
In life, he wronged her; in death, this is the only thing he can do for her now.
Rongrong continued to laugh uncontrollably, ignoring Ding Chen Tai's demands.
"Speak up, don't pretend to be dumb."
