"I won't let you go!" Even at this point, Shen Shihan still refused to relent.
His eyes cold, his facial contours deep and frosty, the dimness of the room only added to his iciness.
He would not let her go; he could not risk her taking any chances out there.
Moreover, he feared that, just as he had seized Shen Chi's weakness, someone would grasp his fatal flaw.
Mo Shuifu was the knot in his life.
"Fine..." A forlorn smile spilled from Mo Shuifu's lips.
She exerted force, preparing to drive the shard of porcelain down.
But Shen Shihan was quick to react; his large hand seized her wrist and, with the speed of lightning, flung the shard from her grasp!
The shard struck the back of his hand, leaving an immediate bloody mark.
He pressed her down by the shoulders, pinning her against the wall.
"Give me at most five days, and I will release you. But if you dare seek death, I will make Chaomu join you!" Shen Shihan gritted his teeth.