Yan Chun Hua's breathing became ragged.
Jiang Yue leaned closer.
"That would certainly make things easier."
Her eyes were cold enough to make Yan Chun Hua's blood run cold.
"I would never have to worry about you hurting Xiao Xiu again."
Tears finally gathered in Yan Chun Hua's eyes.
"I..."
Her voice cracked.
"Or maybe I can have Luo Zhelan deal with the Yan family."
Her gaze instinctively flickered toward the man sitting behind Jiang Yue.
"Once he gets involved, there will be nowhere left for you to recover. Your family won't be able to protect you, and you won't have anything left."
Yan Chun Hua's face went pale.
"But I won't do that."
Her lips parted in confusion.
Jiang Yue continued, "You seem to think the only reason I can stand here and punish you is because Luo Zhelan is behind me."
She pressed the gun a fraction more firmly beneath Yan Chun Hua's chin.
"Understand this clearly, Yan Chun Hua."
Her voice dropped.
