บท 1892: You're the one begging me, not me begging you

Mo zhongkai looked at Liancheng Yazhi's calm and composed expression, as if everything was fleeting in his eyes and could not enter his eyes at all. Seeing him like this, mo zhongkai was even angrier and wanted to rush up and beat his face up.

On what basis could he, Liancheng Yazhi, be so stable like Mount Tai? on what basis could he stand high like an Emperor and look down on them, the ants who were running around in the world?

mo zhongkai really wanted to pull liancheng yazhi down from the altar and let him taste the heartache of ordinary people.

Mo zhongkai's heart was filled with resentment. Now, he had been forced by Liancheng Yazhi to lose his initial calm. He looked at Liancheng Yazhi and said coldly, " I think Mr. Liancheng is a person who cares about his friends. He wouldn't leave your friend in danger and not help, right? "