Ye Ying panicked when Ye Zhifan spoke.
"I sent you to a French elite university, not some university commoners went to. You were forced? Ye Ying, keep on lying to yourself and your mother. No one could've forced you. You're the one who degraded yourself!"
Every sentence made Ye Ying feel like she was falling into an abyss. Her heart sank.
Sun Dongqing, who was holding Ye Ying's shoulders tightly, knew that her husband wouldn't be lying to her. It seemed that her daughter was actually lying to her.
"Mom, Mom… Mom…" Ye Ying didn't dare to say that her shoulder hurt. She knew that only by shouting in pain could she soften Sun Dongqing's heart. Her mind was racing as she thought about how to escape.
Ye Zhifan, who had decided to give up on Ye Ying, pressed on. "Sun Dongqing, do you think the other party only has one copy of the videotape? Can you guarantee that the other party didn't send more copies to my bureau or my colleagues? Do you really think there's just this one videotape?
