Mo Qianxue stared at her with blood-red eyes, "Bai Qingzhu, listen to me well, I have really waited too long for this day, and this time I will not let you go no matter what. Because of you, I lost the Brother Lijin I loved most, and because of you, my career has hit rock bottom, with barely any chance of turning things around. I've got nothing left to lose, so there's no need for you to threaten me, I'm not afraid of anything."
Bai Qingzhu was stunned for a moment; it was evident that she had truly reached the point where she no longer cared about anything.
"Aren't you afraid that after this, you'll lose everything?"
Mo Qianxue laughed again, "Bai Qingzhu, are you talking about yourself?"
Bai Qingzhu could be certain that this woman was not only crazy but also terminally ill. It seemed useless to say anything to her, and she needed to find a way to get out immediately.