Yang Shuting looked in panic at the scissors he held, fearful that he would slash her face and leave a mark that could never be erased. "No, I'm begging you, please let me go, okay? Please ......"

All she can do now is beg him for mercy.

Seeing the tears in the corners of her eyes and hearing her plea for mercy, Ling Weihao couldn't move. Of course, he wouldn't be so terrible as to actually cut her face. This woman, lived on her face, when it is destroyed, it is more painful than death.

"You know now that you can beg me, but ......" Ling Weihao looked at her...