Shen Hanyu stood under the light, his thin lips curved into a cold smile.
"Back then, Sang Qianqian was kind-hearted. She only asked Wen Xu to coax Han Tianyi into filming a fake video so she could trick you."
He said indifferently, "But this time, it's real."
Han Shangrong's pupils immediately contracted, and he quickly opened the video on his phone.
As soon as he pressed the play button, a shrill scream suddenly came out, so piercing that people's eardrums trembled.
Han Shangrong had only watched for a short ten seconds before his nerves broke down. His eyes were about to pop out as he roared, "Shen Hanyu, what do you want?"
"I don't want anything," Shen Hanyu said casually. "I just want to ask you; between you and your son's life, which one do you choose?"
Han Shangrong looked at Shen Hanyu in disbelief. He was furious. "Shen Hanyu, you're going too far!"
