"I'm not that childish." Yan Yinuo sat on the bed, an IV drip attached to her hand, her expression icy cold.
Although she didn't care about this child, she wasn't stupid enough to use the child to test him.
Besides, there was also her mother involved.
"I hope you're serious about that, but as a warning—"
Before he could finish, Yan Yinuo abruptly raised her head, glaring at him angrily.
"What are you trying to do?"
"I need to make sure you understand the consequences of doubting me."
Yan Yinuo didn't get an answer immediately, but a few days later, she received a video.
It was from that old man, delivered specifically by a maid from the Philippines.
When she opened and saw the video, Yan Yinuo was completely stunned.
Her mother was crying uncontrollably, and at the center was a photo of her, surrounded by mourning wreaths.
This... was practically a funeral!
"What did you... do?" Yan Yinuo almost dropped her phone, her body trembling violently.
