Before Jin Mo could react, Bai Zhen aggressively pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head.
"Chi Ran, don't you like her? Now the woman you like is in my hands, I want to make you regret. I've already knelt down and pleaded with you, but you still coldly turned around and left, so ruthlessly without love!"
Bai Zhen's voice was almost hoarse from screaming, no longer sweet but a ghastly roar that seemed to come from hell.
Jin Mo could feel Bai Zhen's angry voice behind her, her chest vibrating with it, and the force on her hand increased.
With just a bit more force, her veins would be torn apart.
Jin Mo was scared on the inside, but her outward appearance was calm; she wouldn't let anyone see her vulnerable side.
"Bai Zhen, calm down, don't hurt Jin Mo!" Chi Ran shouted anxiously.
Seeing Jin Mo's fragile demeanor, he felt as if the knife was hanging over his own heart.
"Hahaha..." Bai Zhen laughed maniacally, hate filling her beautiful eyes.
"Kneel down and beg me!"