Mo Lin resolutely refused Wan Foli's request.
Mo Lin wouldn't get involved in Wan Foli's matters; the two had nothing to do with each other.
Although Wan Foli had done a bit of good before, for Mo Lin, it wasn't even a favor.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Wan Foli continued to kowtow, his eyes red, tears streaming down his cheeks.
He looked quite miserable.
Who knows what Wan Foli had gone through to make him cry like this.
"Stop kowtowing. I won't help you." Mo Lin refused Wan Foli again.
Wan Foli stopped, raised his head, and looked at Mo Lin.
His forehead was bleeding.
Wan Foli's request was simple—he wanted Mo Lin to kill him.
He wasn't asking Mo Lin to do anything else.
As for why Wan Foli didn't commit suicide, the reason was also simple.
He couldn't do it himself.
There were restrictions on him, making him unable to commit suicide.
If Wan Foli could kill himself, he wouldn't be begging Mo Lin to do it.
