In those slender phoenix eyes, a trace of obvious disdain flashed, making the murderous intent in Nie Xiong's eyes even more intense, his hands already wrapped in a layer of blue light.
"So, do you admit to everything that Mu Qingge just said?" Nie Xiong continued to press.
Han Caicai sneered, her eyes full of mockery, speaking as if bestowing a favor: "Truly foolish, believing whatever others say."
"Do you seek death!" Nie Xiong, enraged, was about to unleash a martial art.
However, he was stopped by the calm Family Head of the Nie Family. His pair of crimson eyes had been like this ever since his son died, making him appear dark and frightening.
He stopped Nie Xiong, stepped forward, his blood-red eyes sweeping over Han Caicai, then looked at Mu Qingge and asked, "What evidence do you have to prove that what you said earlier is true?" He was not being rational, but he did not want to miss the real culprit while avenging his son.
