An Lan looked at Mailinlin, shook her head firmly, and whispered: "Even if there is only one in ten thousand chance to let you leave, I will do it... Jingjing, you are my only relative in this world. In my heart, you are my real sister!"

Zuo Jing was stunned for a moment, tears streaming like a spring. She wanted to continue to stop An Lan, but was pressed down and could not speak.

An Lan knelt on the ground, knocking her head on the concrete floor, and blood was instantly seen.

But she remained calm and kowtowed three times, and said sincerely.

"Miss Mai, I know you hate me and blame me. I can bear all your dissatisfaction and resentment towards me alone. Please let Zuo Jing go, she is just an outsider."

Blood flowed down her forehead, dyeing the corners of her eyes red, looking like blood and tears, with a bit of pitiful aura.

Mailin leaned on the chair, looked at An Lan with her legs raised and looked at her contemptuously, and raised a sneer on the corner of her lips, "Just like these few words, I want me to let her go? I can't see how sincerity you have!"

"What do you want?"

"I feel disgusted as soon as I see your face. Those people say that you are the number one beauty in the imperial city. In my opinion, it's just that... But someone just likes your beauty. Even if you become this ghost, he will not give up!"

Mailinlin's eyebrows were filled with anger. When she remembered her current situation, she was blessed by Anlan, and she was so angry that her teeth itched.

She walked over and pinched An Lan's chin, snorting coldly, "What's the appeal of your face? I've done so much, and Feng Yu can't bear to leave you. It's because of you that I ended up being chased by him! So I was wondering, if you disfigure him, will he spit on you and hate you, and then throw himself into my arms again?"

An Lan frowned slightly in pain, but looked at Mailinlin without saying a word.

This woman is crazy and can do anything for a man, even if she makes excuses, it will be useless.

After hearing Mailinlin's words, Zuo Jing felt an ominous premonition in her heart. She bit the bodyguard's hand hard and took the opportunity to shout: "Lanlan, don't believe her words, she..."

Before he finished speaking, he groaned in pain, and his mouth was blocked again, and he could only struggle in vain.

Mailinlin glanced at Zuo Jing, raised a contemptuous smile on the corner of her lips, pulled out a dagger from the table, patted An Lan's face and said, "Come on, let me see your sincerity. Remember, whether she can live depends on how much sincerity you are."

An Lan lowered her eyes and looked at the sharp sword light. A thought flashed through her mind. If she snatched the sword and hijacked Mailinlin, what is the chance of escaping?

But the thought flew in a flash. She took the dagger with a calm expression, looked up at Mailinlin and said, "I hope you can do what you say."

"Let's start." Mailinlin raised her lips and smiled, her eyes flashed with a hot light of expectation. She could not wait to see what An Lan looked like after her disfigured face.

There was constant silence behind her, An Lan turned a deafening ear, raised the dagger and placed it on her cheeks. The sharp edge passed through her skin, making her hands tremble slightly.

"Quick! What are you waiting for? I want me to give you some motivation, right?" Mailinlin frowned impatiently and signaled her subordinates to add materials to Zuo Jing.

"Stop, don't hurt her anymore, otherwise I will kill you first if I fight for this life!" An Lan shouted loudly and stared at Mailinlin coldly.
Chapter completed!