Ji Yuanhang's grip tightened, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged from the strain. Seeing Su Miaotong's eyes roll back in pain, he finally let go.
Su Miaotong lay on the bed, coughing violently.
Ji Yuanhang leaned close to her ear and said coldly, "Do you think you can threaten me? Don't forget, it was you who pushed someone down the stairs all those years ago. You are the real culprit."
Su Miaotong looked up at the ruthless man before her, "I won't speak of the incident from five years ago, because I don't want to dig my own grave. I want to survive."
"At least you have some self-awareness," Ji Yuanhang said and prepared to get up.
Su Miaotong grabbed his clothes, "My retribution has come, and yours is not far behind. Do you think you can escape just because I won't expose you?"
Ji Yuanhang pushed Su Miaotong away mercilessly, brushing off the spot she had just clutched, clearly finding her repulsive.
