Guan Mingshu's agitated emotions were further provoked.
Is he a pervert?
Does he take pleasure in tormenting people?
"My son can't endure this torment, let him go..."
Fu Shilv's expression was in her eyes; she wanted to kill him a thousand, ten thousand times. He said, "I refuse."
"That's a life!"
"I won't kill him. He still has a breath left. If there's only half a breath, I'll return him to you."
Fu Shilv waved goodbye to her.
"By then, you can ask him which urn he prefers so you won't have to snatch someone else's."
The video feed was cut.
Guan Mingshu roared, "Fu Shilv!"
*
Guan Mingshu couldn't think of any other way, so she had to find Sheng Youxia.
But her attitude was very firm, cold to the point that Guan Mingshu felt she didn't recognize her.
"I'm not the one hiding him, finding me is useless."
"Fu Shilv listens to you; make him send your brother back..."