Drifting Towards You

But she didn't believe it, she didn't believe that Zhao Xinning committed suicide.

After shaking for a few hours, she suddenly reacted.

Immediately began to pack things, planning to go abroad overnight.

But she didn't expect that as soon as she left the house, she was detained.

A steady sound of footsteps sounded, and Han Jiaqing tremblingly looked at the people coming.

"Young...Young Master..." Han Jiaqing's face was pale, without the slightest joy, only feeling extremely frightened.

Mu Beiting looked at her condescendingly, bending the corners of her lips, and a flash of evil flashed in his eyes: "Afraid of me?"

With teardrops in her eyes, Han Jiaqing shook her head frantically, "No...No."

Mu Beiting sneered and looked at Shang Wen and said, "Is it out of the trial."

Shang Wen shook his head: "She wouldn't say anything."

Mu Beiting was clear: "So the bones are so hard..."

The inexplicable gloom and panic enveloped Han Jiaqing's body, making her tremble.

Mu Beiting squatted down and looked at her, "I only asked once, if Zhao Xinning you told me to get pregnant late."

Han Jiaqing raised her gaze and looked into his eyes. The dark pupils were as deep as two whirlpools, as if two evil dragons were hidden.

"Master... I was wrong... I really knew it was wrong! I don't dare anymore! Never dare anymore!" Han Jiaqing knelt on the ground, banging her head, as if she didn't know the pain.

It didn't take long for Han Jiaqing to knock out a lot of blood on her head.

Shang Wen moved a chair to Mu Beiting. After Mu Beiting took a seat, he lifted his legs gracefully and looked at her indifferently.

Han Jiaqing was not lightly frightened, and the more Mu Beiting kept silent, the more frightened she became.

In the end, I cried bitterly: "I know it was wrong...Master, I really know it was wrong... Please spare my life! I won't dare anymore!"

Mu Beiting gestured slightly, Shang Wen lost the dagger to her.

Mu Beiting said warmly, "Which hand called Zhao Xinning?"

Han Jiaqing shivered and shivered, her eyes flushed, and her breathing was exceptionally heavy.

She followed him since childhood and knew his temperament.

Picking up the dagger with a trembling, tears rolled down one after another, and slowly raised the dagger, but he did not dare to fall.

A few seconds later, with a ‘clam,’ the dagger fell on the ground.

Han Jiaqing knelt and rubbed forward, clutching Mu Beiting's trouser legs tightly: "Master, I'm just not reconciled. I'm not reconciled to that woman getting your favor. I will never dare anymore! I swear, I will never I won't dream anymore! I will roll, I will roll far away, if you let me go, I will never come back!"

Mu Beiting's thin lips hooked slightly, a bit cruel.

He stared at her coldly, saying word by word: "It's late."

When the words fell, Shang Wen picked up the dagger, pulled out her right hand, and pierced it down.

Han Jiaqing let out a heart-piercing scream, her face was as pale as paper, and the big beads of sweat fell down and soaked her hair.

The dagger was nailed to the wooden floor of the warehouse, and there was a dark red blood around it.

Han Jiaqing couldn't even cry. She pinched the wrist of the stared hand with her other hand, desperate for life.

Mu Beiting didn't rush or slow down, and said lightly: "The mouth should be closed forever, so as not to make any more tales."

Infinite fear filled Han Jiaqing's heart, she shook her head desperately, and closed her mouth tightly.

Shang Wen will turn around and come back now, with an extra bowl of medicinal soup in his hand.

Shang Wen put it in front of her.

Han Jiaqing stared at the medicinal soup and shook her head frantically.

Mu Beiting bends his lips, his eyes are cold, and he warmly said, "Should you cut off your tongue or drink it yourself, you choose one."