Chapter 720 Cruel

But she didn't believe it, she didn't believe that Zhao Xinning committed suicide.

After being in a daze for several hours, she suddenly came to her senses.

Immediately began to pack things, planning to leave the country overnight.

But she didn't expect that as soon as she went out, she was detained.

There was a sound of steady footsteps, and Han Jiaqing looked at the person tremblingly.

"Young...Young Master..." Han Jiaqing's face was pale, she was not at all happy, but extremely terrified.

Mu Beiting looked down at her, bent his lips, and a wicked look flashed in his eyes: "Afraid of me?"

With tears in her eyes, Han Jiaqing frantically shook her head: "No...no."

Mu Beiting sneered, looked at Shang Wen and said, "Did the trial come out?"

Shangwen shook his head: "She won't say anything."

Mu Beiting understood: "So the bones are so hard..."

An inexplicable gloom and terror enveloped Han Jiaqing's whole body, making her tremble.

Mu Beiting squatted down and looked at her at the same level: "I only ask once, is it because you told Zhao Xinning that she was pregnant late."

Han Jiaqing raised her eyes to look at his eyes, those dark pupils were deep like two whirlpools, like two evil dragons hidden.

"Master... I was wrong... I really know I was wrong! I don't dare anymore! I don't dare anymore!" Han Jiaqing knelt on the ground, kowtowing her head, as if she didn't know the pain.

Not long after, Han Jiaqing had a lot of blood on her head.

Shangwen moved a chair for Mu Beiting. After Mu Beiting sat down, he raised his legs gracefully and looked at her indifferently.

Han Jiaqing was quite frightened, the more Mu Beiting kept silent, the more terrified she became.

At the end, she cried bitterly: "I know I was wrong... Young master, I really know I was wrong... Please spare my life! I will never dare again!"

Mu Beiting motioned slightly, and Shang Wen threw the dagger to her.

Mu Beiting said softly, "Which hand called Zhao Xinning?"

Han Jiaqing shivered and shivered, her eyes were red, and she was breathing extremely heavily.

She has followed him since she was a child and knows his temperament.

Picking up the dagger tremblingly, tears rolled down one after another, slowly raised the dagger, but dared not to drop it.

A few seconds later, with a bang, the dagger fell to the ground.

Han Jiaqing knelt and rubbed forward, tightly grasping Mu Beiting's trouser legs: "Master, I'm just not reconciled, not reconciled to that woman being favored by you, I will never dare again! I swear, I will never marry you again No more dreams! I will roll, I will roll far away, you let me die, and I will never come back!"

Mu Beiting's thin lips curled slightly, a bit cruel.

He looked at her coldly, and said word by word: "It's late."

After saying that, Shangwen picked up the dagger, pulled out her right hand, and stabbed it hard.

Han Jiaqing let out a heart-piercing scream, her face was as pale as paper, bead-sized beads of sweat fell down, soaking her hair.

The dagger was nailed to the wooden floor of the warehouse, surrounded by dark red blood.

Han Jiaqing couldn't even cry at this moment, and pinched the wrist of the stared hand with her other hand, in pain.

Mu Beiting was not in a hurry, and said flatly: "You should also keep your mouth shut forever, so as not to tell tales again."

Infinite fear filled Han Jiaqing's heart, she shook her head desperately and kept her mouth shut.

Shangwen turned around and came back, with an extra bowl of medicinal soup in his hand.

Shangwen placed it in front of her.

Han Jiaqing stared at the medicinal soup and shook her head frantically.

Mu Beiting bent his lips, his eyes were cold, and he said warmly, "Cut off your tongue, or drink it yourself, you choose one."