Fu Yanhe fixed his gaze on Gandan Xue's hand holding the dagger, his voice low and cold, laced with concealed rage, "I can give you whatever you want, but don't harm her."
Gandan Xue's eyes brightened, somewhat disbelieving that Fu Yanhe had agreed so easily.
She cautiously asked again to confirm, "You will really prepare everything for me?"
Shen Yanhe endured another wave of sharp pain in her abdomen and laughed coldly, "Ten billion? A private jet? And you also want help getting Shen Yingying out? You've got quite the appetite!"
"Aren't you afraid of choking yourself to death?"
As soon as she finished speaking, and while Gandan Xue's expression changed, Shen Yanhe quickly grabbed the hand holding the dagger.
Then, she kicked viciously at her knee, and as Gandan Xue kneeled in pain, Shen Yanhe twisted her hand downward.
Gandan Xue cried out in pain, involuntarily releasing the dagger.
But unwilling to give in, she clenched her fist, intent on striking Shen Yanhe.
