Yuan Ye burst into laughter, his voice equally cold: "Rong Shaoze, do you think I will easily let you go, and let go of everyone around you?"
"This is a grudge between you and me. I advise you not to involve too many others!" Rong Shaoze warned him coldly.
Yuan Ye curled his lips and smiled indifferently: "I insist on involving everyone. What can you do to me? Rong Shaoze, now your weakness is all in my hands. Do you think you still have the qualifications to negotiate with me?"
He glanced at Xiaotian beside him, and smiled coldly: "Your little son is only two months old, isn't he? He knows nothing, if he dies, he shouldn't have any resentment. If you think I won't do it, I can take him out first, let him die in front of you, so you'll know that now everything is my call, and you have no choice but to obey."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man holding Xiaotian lifted Xiaotian over the railing, waiting for the command at any time.
