"The second question: is Huo Siqian really dead?"
"I don't know. I really don't know. He didn't tell me anything," Yan Ruoxi cried and shook her head.
Lu Yan's knife pierced her left calf.
As pain struck her again, Yan Ruoxi looked frantic.
"Please, don't kill me… No matter how much money you want, my Dad will give it to you…"
She looked shrewd but was only a spoiled girl; she kept talking about money as if her family had the most money in the world.
"Money? I'm not interested. All the money your old man made in his life is no more than what I make in one deal. I advise you to tell me the truth."
"I really don't know." Yan Ruoxi broke down and cried.
"The third question: when did Huo Siqian begin his plan?" Lu Yan asked.
Yan Ruoxi didn't dare to say she didn't know because she saw Lu Yan was aiming a flying knife at her.
If it continued, she'd be covered in bloody holes. If she cooperated, she might live.