When he heard the name Feng Miao, Bai Zhengming's legs gave way and he knelt before Ye Ranran, "Big sister... I truly don't know anything about Feng Miao, can you... can you stop mentioning that name to me, please?"
Feng Miao, a girl whose life was eternally fixed at eighteen, was a ray of light in Ye Ranran's life.
She had always wanted to find an opportunity to avenge Feng Miao, and tonight was perfect.
Ye Ranran let out a faint laugh and glanced at the small knife in her hand, her eyes carrying that ominous and eerie feel as if she were a bloodthirsty witch that had emerged from Hell.
"What, you dare not mention that name because you feel guilty?"
Bai Zhengming clasped his hands together, repeatedly knocking his forehead to the ground as he begged for mercy, "Madam, my goddess, please spare me... I really had nothing to do with that matter!"