Yue Qianchou and Da Minglun exchanged a meaningful look, both keeping silent. Jin Tai and Bai Qi would naturally never have paid attention to the romantic escapades of a minor figure like Wan Ling, but the two of them had long heard of Wan Ling's great name. This woman had a strange habit of stealing other people's men and took pleasure in toying with men. Since when had she become so sorrowful and infatuated?
On second thought, the two could not help secretly admiring Wan Ling's nerve. She had actually toyed with a man right under Bai Qi's nose. When the time came, it was hard to say who would toy with whom. But thinking again, they felt it was nothing much. Bai Qi was now a phoenix fallen to the ground, worse than a chicken. Seizing the chance while he was down, why not play with him? Their preconceptions about Wan Ling's reputation had gotten the better of them; how could they know the stories behind her actions?
Yet Bai Qi's teeth ached when he heard this. Looking at Wan Ling, he said with a bitter smile, "What happened back then is in the past. Besides, I didn't actually do that to you. And look at me now—I can barely protect myself. What right do I have to take responsibility for anyone? If Miss Wan promises not to reveal our whereabouts, I can let you go."
Jin Tai, standing to one side, said nothing. His gaze drifted back and forth over the two members of the Mo family, as though he were brewing some bad scheme.
"But I won't let you go. If you want to cast me aside, then kill me!" Wan Ling glared at Bai Qi through tear-filled eyes, gritting her teeth. That bone-deep gaze made Bai