Lan Waihu clenched her fists in frustration; she really wanted to kill the imposter.
"Do you want to kill her? It is easy," Duan Muyan offered help. He seemed to have read her thoughts.
The woman stared at his smile and was somewhat perplexed. "By this hour, she should be asleep. I can take you there, and you can kill her." He offered his hand again and asked, "Would you like to go?"
The woman stayed very still.
"What is the matter? Are you afraid that you might see Yan Chen embracing the naked woman in his arms? Are you worried that he might attack you again?"
She sat quietly in contemplation.
Meanwhile, Duan Muyan looked at her fixedly, but his temperament became soft and gentle. After a while, he softly said, "Here, look at me."
The lady seemed to be hypnotized all of a sudden. Slowly, she lost her consciousness, and there was only one thought in her head, which was to kill the imposter.