Ouyang Che immediately saw through Ye Anhao's thoughts, the corner of his lips curling into a dangerous arc as he spoke again, "You don't have to get in the car, but the consequences are your own."
Seeing that Ye Anhao remained unmoved, Ouyang Che added, "I have the video from that night. Do you want it or not?"
Video? What video?
Ye Anhao was momentarily confused but quickly understood the man's meaning. She couldn't believe it, her eyes widening in shock, and the blood drained from her face in an instant.
She thought that once that shameful night was over, it would be forgotten with time. She never expected this man to be so despicable, 'You actually recorded everything that night.'
Her fingers tightened bit by bit, a mix of shame and anger swelling in her heart, wanting nothing more than to rush up and slap the man hard.
But that was just a thought. If she really angered the man in front of her, there was no guarantee he wouldn't release the video in a fit of rage.
