Ye Sihan's lifted dark eyes were cold and frightening, "Over? Not so easy."
Tang Yu took a desperate step back, her body nearly collapsing from weakness.
Tears were in her eyes, so helpless and painful.
Her mother's death was a devastating blow to her.
But in the eyes of Ye Sihan, her mother's death was not enough...
"So, I must die for you to be satisfied?" Tang Yu's eyes rimmed red, her lips trembling, the despair made her want to laugh, but tears streamed down instead.
Ye Sihan looked at her indifferently, his eyes filled with a calm and cold indifference.
"My mother is dead, the children have been given to you, and still you're not satisfied. If I die, will that wake you up!" Tang Yu turned around and lunged toward the coffee table, grabbing the knife from the fruit plate and quickly stabbing it towards her own neck.
Ye Sihan's body jolted violently and he rose swiftly to his feet.