Mo Li slowly walked up to her.
From a distance of three steps, he closed in until he could lift his foot and ruthlessly stomp on Chu Yao's face.
Mo Li wasn't in a hurry; he watched, toyingly, as Chu Yao struggled, and after he'd had his fill and was sure the drug had taken effect, he suddenly lifted her from the ground.
Taking quick steps, he threw her onto the hood of the car.
Chu Yao's waist hurt terribly from the impact, but although she couldn't feel the pain, she still furrowed her brows.
Mo Li turned her around so she was lying face down on the hood.
His hand pressed down on her head, forcing Chu Yao's face downwards, squeezing it out of shape.
"You know, if it weren't for your face, I would never have adopted you back then. You look so much like her. So when Tingshen said to choose you, I agreed."
"You said..." Chu Yao turned her head, her shaky vision gradually focusing on Mo Li's face, "what?"
She was clearly the one Mo Tingshen had chosen.
