Yang Ming leaned over and grabbed Yao Ran by the chin, forcing her to look at him. His eyes flashed viciously, but a touch of desire was also present in their depths.
"Mark my words, if the data is gone, your existence will no longer have any value. Besides, didn't I tell you that we're going to discuss the deal? I have something else in mind, you see."
Yao Ran trembled under his gaze, her tears streaming freely down her cheeks. She mustered all her courage and spoke through gritted teeth.
"What is it?"
Seeing that she had become more compliant, Yang Ming gestured at the two other men to leave. Then he took his handkerchief out of his pocket and gently wiped Yao Ran's tears, as if he was handling an exquisite doll.
