"Fine, very fine!" Mu Beiting, seething with anger, laughed instead of getting mad, even letting out a cold chuckle.
Qin Muyao, being as sharp as a tack, could easily see that Mu Beiting was angry, and quickly lowered her stance, her eyes reddening as she pleaded, "Brother, please agree! I'm really at a dead end! I don't have much time left, and only Sister-in-law can save me now! After all, it's just a bone marrow donation, it won't harm her in any way! This way, she can live, and I won't have to die, a win-win situation, why do you always refuse to agree?"
Now that she was in such a predicament, she knew she was like a turtle in a jar. With a man like Mu Beiting, she couldn't afford to confront him head-on. The best approach was to be soft. So, even if she didn't want to, she had to lower her stance.
Mu Beiting replied decisively, "Sacrificing my child to save you? Impossible!"
