"What's wrong, in a hurry?" Sheng Feng looked at him with a sarcastic smile, "Shiche, are you that afraid I'll kill her?"
"Sheng Feng," Mo Shiche's handsomely sculpted features tensed, as he stared at him relentlessly, "let her go. Since I am Mo Shiche, if you have any grievances with the Mo Family, they should be directed at me."
"Directed at you? I have already done that—Shiche, five years ago I kidnapped Sheng Tang, you came to her rescue, and on the cruise ship your heart took two bullets, but at Miaomiao's request I saved you,"
Sheng Feng sneered with amusement, "In the past two years since you've returned with amnesia, you've done everything to Sheng Tang that you shouldn't have. Clearly, my use of you against Sheng Tang was very successful. Only now do you realize you are Mo Shiche, do you think you can still make amends?"
His words were undoubtedly piercing him with the most cruel truth—
