sounded like an ancient coffin board, both cold and hard, with a look that was extremely fierce and domineering. "This check is enough for me to run red lights for ten years. From now on, when you see... you want." Mo Xiaobai pretended not to care. Mo Yao knew he couldn't possibly not care, if he wanted to die, he had plenty of ways to commit suicide, others couldn't torture him either, but he didn't...