Mo Yunting failed to control his grip while drinking tea and directly crushed the teacup. With a cold face, he rebuked, "Chen Chujiu! Try saying that again!"
"Relax, relax, I won't say it anymore." Chu Qingmeng shrugged. Knowing full well that she only had two years left, why was he still acting so unwilling to listen? "Can Jiang Hong be released?"
Mo Yunting used a handkerchief to wipe the tea stains from his hands and the tea splashed on his clothes, speaking casually, "Is this for Jiangli's sake? Since he's already crippled, don't waste any effort on him. Another day, I'll pick someone better and send them to your place."
Chapter 429