Xiaoxiao, I'm Sorry.

Yu Zhe stood rooted to the ground as he heard her cries, too afraid to even turn to look at Mu Xiaoxiao's face.

His arms drooped by his sides as he clenched his fist, and his nails were almost embedded into the palm of his hand.

"Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry… I'm sorry…"

Yu Zhe closed his eyes with a painful expression on him.

Han Xue'er looked overjoyed at the side as if she was enjoying a show. She admired Mu Xiaoxiao's painful expression and felt that she had never been so happy before.

At this moment, she felt like a queen who had Mu Xiaoxiao's fate in the palm of her hands.

If she wanted Mu Xiaoxiao to suffer, then Mu Xiaoxiao would suffer.

If she wanted Mu Xiaoxiao to die, then Mu Xiaoxiao had no choice but to die!

This feeling was just too exhilarating!

Han Xue'er grinned and gestured to the man behind him. The man stepped forward and handed her a knife.