Shi Guang's hands curled into fists as she asked in a quivering tone softly, "And what did you say?"
Mo Jin pursed her lips. "Many things. But the gist of it was that Sister Feifei was killed by Yang Sitong. However, that had nothing to do with Lu Yanchen, and you shouldn't trample on yourself and insist on snatching Yang Sitong's fiancé just for the sake of revenge. Doing that was not worth it at all."
Shi Guang's eyes widened as her nails were digging so deeply into her palms that they were about to tear it wide open. That petite face of hers was drained of all color instantly, turning frightfully pale. "Mo Jin, why did you have to say that?"