Ye Se was screaming with a painful expression.
Yet Meng Chaoran inside the room was totally unhurried. He sat by the bed, looked at Ye Chuchen who was fast asleep, and let out a long sigh. And then, he shook his head and smiled.
Listening to the cries of Ye Se outside, Meng Chaoran could completely empathize with the pain that Ye Se was enduring at the moment, it was a kind of pain that was worse than death.
He also knew that Ye Se's request to be killed was genuine.
Meng Chaoran thought for a moment, then walked to the cabinet, took out a pot of wine, four cold dishes and two wine cups.
At such a moment, he actually laid out the wine and dishes on the table. Then he placed an empty cup opposite him and filled it with wine. He chuckled, "Han Wu, that Ye Se is asking me to kill him. What do you think?"