"Nothing much, just things related to me. I must firmly control them in my own hands, like the matter between you and Deng Biao's wife."
After Ye Jiping finished speaking, she turned her head, shook off Chen Dashan's hand, and threw the cell phone video in front of him. She continued, "What do you think Deng Biao would do if he saw this?"
"Would he kill you?"
"Just that? You're underestimating me!"
Chen Dashan glanced at the video, casually turned off the phone, and his gaze was aggressive, falling on Ye Jiping's full, erect bosom before continuously moving down to her abdomen, then between her legs...
"What do you want to do?"
"Do what? What do you think?"
Chen Dashan bent down, his body pressed closer, leaving only a few centimeters between his face and her rosy lips.
