Cheng Peng snorted coldly, picked up the chopsticks from the table, grabbed a few bites of meat, his mouth greasy with oil, and then drank a glass of ice-cold draft beer, sighing with satisfaction.
"Jin Mo, actually if I wanted to invite Tang Yan over, I wouldn't need you to do it, but after much thought, you had to come!" Cheng Peng propped his hands on his knees, his eyes full of malevolence.
Jin Mo remained silent, feeling her teeth chatter; her heart was gradually sinking into the abyss.
"If you obediently bring Tang Yan here, of course, I will let you go. After all, you are my cousin, and considering the great help your mother gave the Cheng family back then, I would give you some face."
"What a pity! You didn't trick him into coming. It turns out it's not just him liking you; you have feelings for him too, so you can't bear to harm him."
