Mo Fei glared at Ye Cong. "I'm telling you, it's impossible."
"Mo Fei, rescuing those brats is already something beyond our plan," Ye Cong said as he exerted strength in his hands. When Mo Fei resisted, he nearly snapped her neck in half. "The wedding is starting, and we're leaving now."
Mo Fei shot Ye Cong a deathly glare, and Ye Cong whispered into her ear, "You're the one who asked me to cooperate with you. Mo Fei, if you have no intention to save that brat, you can go there alone and show me how great you are."
"Are you threatening me?"
"If you think this is a threat, then it is. All I want is Mo Tian's life. What we need to do now is to lure him down. Mo Fei, they're just kids who don't know anything? Why bother—"
"Bah—" Mo Fei spat on Ye Cong's face. "Scum."
