Chuchu didn't care anymore. She was full of resentment, hating God's unfairness. Why do others have such good lives while she was so miserable?
"Just kill me, then. Anyway, I have those two people dead with me, so it's worth it. But is it such a pity that nobody killed this little b*tch?"
Chuchu glared at Qin Yi. Seeing such a stunning and radiant Qin Yi, she really wanted to charge forward and bite her.
"You…" Chu Mohe heard Chuchu's words and felt his blood boil, nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Qin Yi has never seen such a shameless person—this Chuchu was worse than Qin Jiaojiao!
"Why are we still listening to her? Do you still expect her to repent? Just kill her already." Yun Huan's eyes were indifferent and held no hint of anger, as if he had expected this long ago.
That's right. Why was he still listening to her, making himself suffer?