112 Chapter 112- Sent Her to Oblivion

When Xuanyao heard that Mo Zhaoshan will appear in this Ribbon Cutting, she sneaked in the venue area by sneaking in as a waitress. She bribed a waitress with 50,000 Yuan for this, she can't miss the appearance of President Mo.

At the exit of Hall, she patiently waited for him to appear. Even if she stands there for the entire night, she wouldn't care less. She needs to bring back Xiaxia home.

After waiting for three hours, she finally caught a sight of a godly figure. Behind him are six men in black and the smiling tiger butler beside him. His coat majestically swayed with the cold night's wind as his hands were put inside his pocket.

She ran to block his way which alarmed the men in black and instantly drew their guns out to shoot her. However, Mo Zhaoshan raised his right hand to stop them as she kneeled before him.

"President-----President Mo…" she didn't know how to start but her tears poured out like a faucet on her cheeks.

Mo Zhaoshan stared at the distance coldly not minding the person kneeling before him.

"President—Mo…..Xi---Xiaxia….where---where is she?"

Butler Rong stared at the kneeling figure indifferently and sighed inwardly. My men should be done cleaning the mess now. Do I need to call them here for another round of cleaning?

Hearing no response from the man, Xuanyao dared to look up to his face. But what met her eyes is pair of deep emerald eyes which is colder than the icebergs and deadlier than death itself. Her back stiffened as chills ran down her spine. The next words that she is about to say were stuck at her throat.

THUD!

Not caring that the kneeling figure is a girl, Mo Zhaoshan put weight on his right leg and kicked her on the stomach which made her cough a mouthful of blood, trickling on the side of her lips as she scrunched three meters away from where the man is standing. She held her abdomen in pain as beads of cold sweat formed on her forehead. Tears never stopped running down her cheeks.

Mo Zhaoshan slowly made his way to the fetus like Xuanyao from that distance. He didn't crunch lower to talk to her; instead, he looked down with a face of anger and disgust.

He chuckled with his devilish voice and said in a deep murderous voice.

"I sent her to oblivion"

Xuanyao was stupefied. Ob—Oblivion….

Xia—Xia…is dead?