These words, it was clearly an implication—
After dealing with Yin Ruowei, I will take my time with you and your son.
Threat!
A blatant threat!
Yin Yilan's expression changed drastically, her eyelashes quivering as she met Ming Ge's gaze, her eyes dark and intense. Although a smudge of a smile was present at the corners of her eyes, there was not a trace of mirth within, her look as cold and fearful as an uninhabited wilderness, leaving no doubt of the sincerity of her words.
Yin Yilan dared not gamble with Yin Ruowei's future. Enough, even if she were to leave the Ming Family, Ruowei would still be the young mistress of the Su Family.
Her life was more than halfway done, halfway into the grave, but Ruowei's life was just beginning, at the peak of her youth.
Thinking this, Yin Yilan suddenly clenched her teeth, about to speak: "I..."
"Mrs. Yin."
This voice was Su Jinci's.
