Sun Yaowei remained silent the entire time, waiting until she had exhausted all her hysterics before pressing out the cigarette that had nearly burned out between his fingers in the ashtray. "Are you done? My turn."
She glared at him.
"You can either end up like Meimei, under a lifetime of house arrest abroad, or go to the police and turn yourself in."
After hearing his words, she chuckled twice, "Sun Yaowei, are you kidding? If anyone's going to jail, it's you, not me."
"If you're trying to flip my subordinates, you're dreaming," she sneered.
"Why would I need to flip them? They already listen to me."
"That's only because they think whatever they're doing for you benefits me." Sun Yaowei said, "As for Dr. Yang, I'll hand him over to the authorities. Fu Bo, now he knows his limits. I know for a fact he stays away from drugs. If he wanted to kill someone, he'd rather do it cleanly with one strike."
