"Qin Zheng, please, let me go,"
Yang Yiyi held Mu Anran's neck with one hand while sobbing and pleading, "I only have two kidneys, and I have already given you one. If you take the other one, all I can do is wait to die. Zheng, please, for the sake of our past, let me go?"
Qin Zheng's face looked terrible, "Yang Yiyi, you cheap woman, do you still dare to threaten me? I warn you, put the knife down right now, or I will kill you this instant."
"No, Zheng, I'm begging you," Yang Yiyi, seeing Qin Zheng's ferocious appearance, instantly fell into despair.
She began to tremble all over, her hand making wild, aimless gestures, "Don't, I don't want to die!"
When she looked up again, her eyes were filled with bloodshot veins, "If you want me dead, I'll take someone with me!"
No sooner had her words fallen than the knife in her hand stabbed toward Mu Anran's chest.
"Mu Anran, I'll kill you!"
