This is naked moral kidnapping.
If Xie Muchen did not give Zhou Yingying a chance, even if Zhou Yingying was not directly killed by Xie Muchen, Xie Muchen would still have a certain responsibility.
The people around him fell silent instantly.
Everyone looked at Xie Muchen with hope, hoping that he would agree to Zhou Yingying's conditions and make Zhou Yingying come to her senses.
Zhou Yang pleaded helplessly, "Achen, I beg you, my uncle and his family only have Yingying as their daughter. Please just pretend to agree and save her first."
Under everyone's gaze, Xie Muchen calmly took out his cell phone and glanced at the message.
The message was sent by Lao Hei.
The message only contained a few simple words: Master, the life-saving air cushion is ready.
Xie Muchen put away his phone and curled his lips into a frightening sneer.
He clasped Luo Qingqing's hand tightly, stood tall, and said coldly: "If you want money, fame, or status, I can give them all, but not my love. My love is only for my Qingqing. I don't want to lie to you, and you know my answer in your heart."
Lies are only temporary.
Zhou Yingying has such a personality.
Even if she was coaxed down by him today.
There is no guarantee that she will resort to the same trick again if she encounters something unpleasant in the future.
Is he going to deceive her for the rest of her life?
The look he gave Luo Qingqing was as deep as the sea, burning Zhou Yingying's whole body to tremble.
Her tears flowed harder and harder, and her heart became more and more desperate.
She screamed, "I don't want money, I don't want fame, and I don't want status. I only want you. I only want you. Why do you have to tell me the truth? Why do you have to tell me the truth? Can't you even lie to me once?..."
Everyone's nerves were tense because of Zhou Yingying's sudden excitement.
Someone tried to persuade Zhou Yingying.
Someone whispered to condemn Xie Muchen.
Just when everyone was getting mad at each other, Zhou Yingying suddenly stopped crying.
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