Paused for a moment, he added, "Su Yan, I have plenty of ways to deal with Shen Chizheng."
Indeed, he had plenty of ways.
If he wanted to play, Shen Chizheng wouldn't be his match.
He didn't even need to show up himself; just arrange everything, and naturally, someone would take care of this trouble for him.
But he didn't.
Even though he could now put Shen Chizheng in mortal danger, he hadn't done so.
He had witnessed Su Yan's agony firsthand, the kind that made life worse than death, so he dared not gamble again.
He feared that this time she wouldn't make it through. If Shen Chizheng died, she might really follow him in death.
Su Yan pursed her lips and stopped speaking. A strong sense of defeat suddenly surged, instantly consuming her heart.
She wanted to cry, but no tears would come.
When would days like these ever come to an end?
Halfway home, Su Yan's phone rang in her pocket.
She took out her phone and glanced at the number; it was Shen Chizheng calling.
