"Rumble—"
Ning Rongrong seemed as though she had been struck by lightning. Sitting on Xue Nianbing's lap, she was utterly at a loss.
In an instant, her eyes reddened.
"No..."
"Stay put."
Xue Nianbing's voice was calm, but his gaze grew increasingly oppressive, filling Ning Rongrong with fear.
Under Xue Nianbing's voice and large hand, she lay back down once more.
Yet no matter how comfortable that chest was, Ning Rongrong was devastated inside, pained by Xue Nianbing's "deception."
"Wuwu..."
Thinking of it, Ning Rongrong could not help but shed tears.
"If you cry out one more time, the next cup of tea will be your own tears." Xue Nianbing's expression remained indifferent, his voice calm and his tone beyond question.
That immediately frightened Ning Rongrong into silence.
She held back her tears, raised her head, and looked at Xue Nianbing with pitiful, aggrieved eyes.
Xue Nianbing ignored her outright and looked at Zhu Zhuqing. "Go on. Don't disappoint me."
"I..."
Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip and said seriously, "Can I change the request?"
"No."
Xue Nianbing softly uttered those two words.
Zhu Zhuqing's heart trembled, and despair overwhelmed her.
She could not help laughing at herself, feeling that her earlier belief that "Xue Nianbing treats me differently" was utterly ridiculous.
Whether it was Ning Rongrong or herself, Xue Nianbing treated them both exactly the same.
Neither of them... could escape.
Hearing this, Ning Rongrong felt both happy and upset.
She was happy because Xue Nianbing had not treated them differently.
She was upset because Xue Nianbing had deceived her.
"..." After a long silence, Zhu Zhuqing asked again, "Can I kill Dai Mubai and let Oscar live?"
Kill Oscar?
How would she ever face Ning Rongrong afterward?
After weighing the pros and cons, she still chose for Dai Mubai,