Chen Muyang reached out and traced Han Xue's stunning face, his lips curving upward, "Really, you'd let me do anything?"
"What if I wanted you?"
Han Xue looked at Chen Muyang, her heart jolting, and said with clenched teeth, "Chen Muyang, I'm your stepmother. Do you really want to do something so beastly."
"Don't forget, your father is still alive, and he's very lucid right now. Aren't you afraid of him?"
The thought of Chen Qinian seemed to give Han Xue a bit more courage.
"Don't you know yet?"
With a playful smile on his lips, Chen Muyang looked at Han Xue. Han Xue faced him, "Know what?" A foreboding feeling suddenly came over her.
Chen Muyang slightly smiled, "The old man is already dead."
"Dead?"
Han Xue was dumbfounded, staring at Chen Muyang in disbelief, "Impossible, he was just fine. How could he die? You're lying, you're lying to me."
