"Second Uncle, why don't you tell me if it's you? Do you think Yuan Sichun should be released?"
Bo Yuelin couldn't react in time.
He looked up at Bo Jinchuan and pursed his lips habitually. "Unforgivable."
Bo Jinchuan said coldly, "How unforgivable is that? Does it count when it involves human lives?"
Bo Yuelin's face stiffened. "… Sichun wouldn't go that far."
Yuan Zhengchong immediately replied, "Yes, Sichun is still young and hasn't made any overboard mistakes. Jinchuan, return her to me now. I promise that we'll mind our own business in the future."
"Too late."
"Jingchuan, you… what do you want?!"
"Her death is the best outcome. She gets what she wants, and I'm free. Out of sight, out of mind."
"Bo Jinchuan!"
Yuan Zhengchong was completely enraged this time.
At the very least, he had lowered himself and begged. He had tried everything, but he was unmoved.