"I cry, can you let me go?"

Sui Yueyue asked, "If you can let me go, I'll cry for you now. I promise I'll cry like a widow of a dead man.

Yang Xiao shook his head: "No. I'll kill you if you cry miserably."

"Ha, ha."

On the contrary, Sui Yueyue was no longer afraid, and stared at Yang Xiao fiercely: "Since I cried again miserably, you still want to kill me. So why don't I laugh? At the very least, when you see me laughing before I die, you will feel uncomfortable.

Yang Xiaoxiu's eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

After a moment, she nodded softly: "You're right. Sui Yueyue, I...