I’ll Make Sure You Die a Horrible Death

He held the broken bottle and glared at Lin Huizhen and Qiao Anxin.

"Scram!"

Qiao Anxin took a step back.

She looked at the furious Father Qiao, then at Qiao Mianmian and Qiao Chen. She suddenly sneered. "Qiao Mianmian, is this what you wanted to see?"

Qiao Mianmian looked at her coldly. "It was your mom who caused all this. She let Dad down. We just wanted him to know the truth."

"Qiao Mianmian, you'll die a terrible death!" Qiao Anxin gritted her teeth and cursed. "You'll definitely die a terrible death."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt as if she was being targeted by a death god.

A chill spread throughout her body.

She looked up and met Mo Yesi's cold gaze.

The man's dark and cold eyes seemed to freeze her.

Afraid, she didn't dare to say another word.

She felt that if she did, Mo Yesi would destroy her.