If Zhao Jingrong doesn't believe Ni Yang, then there's only one path ahead for her.
Death.
If she does believe Ni Yang, there's still a sliver of hope.
Zhao Jingrong hesitated.
She didn't know how she should decide.
Ni Yang narrowed her eyes, not letting a single expression on Zhao Jingrong's face escape her notice. "Zhao Jingrong, you're only twenty-eight this year; your life still holds countless possibilities! Are you truly willing to throw away your bright future?"
Who would willingly give up on their promising life?
Of course, Zhao Jingrong wouldn't!
Ni Yang continued, "Zhao Jingrong, come down first, stop doing anything dangerous. Give Yuanyuan to me, and I'll fulfill my promise to you immediately."
Zhao Jingrong's legs felt weak.
She was wavering.
What if Ni Yang was lying to her?
Zhao Jingrong pulled out a dagger and pressed it against Yuanyuan's neck. "Ni Yang! If you dare to lie to me, I'll kill this little bastard on the spot!"
"I promise I won't lie to you."
