Song Qinghuan worked hard to suppress the raging fury in her chest.
She looked at Zhan Jie with a cold and hard gaze, her voice carrying the suppressed fury of a storm, "Zhan Jie, I am prepared. If I give you the video, but you refuse to tell me where my daughter is, if you refuse to return her to me, then I will die. Let's die together."
Zhan Jie's face hardened, "You think I am afraid of perishing together with you?"
Song Qinghuan sneered, "You might not be, but who wouldn't choose life if given the chance. I've already betrayed Shi Yuhuan. You have the video. What else do you have to worry about? Are you afraid you won't be able to make me leave Shi Yuhuan?"
Zhan Jie stared at Song Qinghuan, her expression deep, as if she was contemplating something.
"Where is my daughter? If you won't speak up, then return my phone!" Song Qinghuan said as she reached to snatch her phone from Zhan Jie's hand.
