"I, I didn't mean that..."
Hao Jiayi's voice, thick with the tone of tears, driftled out as she hung her head low.
Yet, there was not a single trace of tear stains on her face.
She knew she couldn't rely on Xiao Mo!
Sure enough, in the end, she had to depend on herself.
Hao Jiayi had thought before that if Feng Ya Meizi truly released the news of Xiao Mo's wife's passing, she would take the opportunity to get Xiao Mo to register for marriage with her.
If Xiao Mo agreed, then she would somewhat consider his life and death.
After all, there was quite a difference between him alive earning money for her and him dead leaving behind a fortune.
But his words just now had completely shattered her trust in him.
Xiao Mo had never thought of marrying her, so there was no need for her to insist on keeping him alive.
Next, she just had to find a way to get pregnant with Xiao Mo's child, then it would be enough to kill Xiao Mo and Xiao Jinglan.
