raced his lips; her vengeful demeanor was precisely to his liking.Jiang Qingyang stood at a distance, watching the way An Xue Tang and Mo Yun Jing interacted. He even had the thought of replacing Mo Y... every bit of it. This kind of pain made her wish she were dead. Her forehead was constantly dripping with cold sweat, and she felt like the world was twisting around her. It seemed like countless dem...