Ling Lihua's eyes were devoid of any trace of warmth when her rosy lips parted slightly. "You betrayed our marriage for that one woman, Madam Zheng. I want you to go and kill her now!"
Lu Hetian was not at all expecting a condition like this.
Back then, when Madam Zheng came to him with a child, he was so shaken and furious that he wanted to kill her with a single palm strike, but Lihua had stopped him.
He thought that Lihua had taken pity on her because of their sisterhood.
She had stopped him from killing Madam Zheng back then, but now…
"Why? Can't bear to do it?" Seeing him hesitate, Ling Lihua looked at him derisively. "Just as I thought. After all, you've been husband and wife for more than ten years. Compared to me, your first wife, she's in a whole different league."
