Chapter 59: What Are You Crying For?

Her waterfall-like hair, soft and flowing, draped over her shoulders, contrasting starkly with her pale, paper-like face.

Yue Ming felt as if a massive hand had tightly grasped his heart, making each breath painfully sharp. He extended his foot and directly kicked over the plate Mi Yao was holding in her hand.

Mi Yao was startled, looking at him blankly, not understanding what she had done wrong.

He held her father's life in his hands, and she had no power to resist. Surely passive acceptance was enough.

He called her a servant, so she did what a servant was supposed to do. She would kneel to pick up a plate if he smashed it, but why was he still angry?

Yue Ming reached out, grabbed her delicate arm, and forcefully pulled her onto his lap, "Mi Yao, who are you putting on this half-dead act for? If you want to die, just hurry up and die. Of course, if you die, your father won't need to go on living either."