Gandan Xue looked down from above at Shen Yanhe, who was embarrassingly sprawled on the ground, a twisted pleasure rising in her heart.
She should have thought of this earlier.
Someone as despicable as Shen Yanhe didn't need her to plead desperately; just a strong approach was enough to make her obediently lend a hand in saving Yingying.
Shen Yanhe got up from the ground with an expressionless face, "Indeed, I didn't see it coming."
A faint regret arose in her heart.
She should have taken the opportunity to get rid of Gandan Xue when she had the chance.
She should not have let her go.
Gandan Xue looked at Shen Yanhe with disdain, "You should know why I've brought you here."
She took out a mobile phone from her bag and threw it in front of Shen Yanhe, "Call Fu Yanhe, let him prepare a ransom of five hundred million, then get Yingying out of jail, and prepare a private jet for us, mother and daughter, to leave the country."
"If he does as told, then I will let you go."
