Feng Ruqing forcibly used her fingers to lock Wei Mengjie's jaw.
The intense pain caused Wei Mengjie to sob.
She blankly stared at Feng Ruqing putting the fruit around her lips as her eyes were wild with terror. "No! I'll say it, I'll say it!"
Feng Ruqing finally stopped, but the fruit was still in her hand. Her eyes were cold as she looked down at the girl who was lying on the ground, paralyzed.
"I really don't know much, really…" Wei Mengjie's palms were already covered in cold sweat. She was terrified that Feng Ruqing would not believe in her. "I just happened to hear that the man had mentioned something about Young Master Nan Xian… Oh, yes, it must be that Young Master Nan Xian!"
Feng Ruqing's smile looked creepy as she slowly put her hand away.
Wei Mengjie took a deep breath when she saw that, and then, her tense heart started to relax as well.
