The lavishly decorated room seemed to take on a heavier atmosphere.
"Xiao Ning, I had someone send twenty thousand for your aunt's nutritional expenses. You don't have to worry anymore."
Zhang Shuya's words made Lan Yening's heart jolt—his exceptionally sharp mind immediately grasped the underlying message: she knew where he had funneled the money.
Zhang Shuya gracefully rose from her chair, her voluminous waves cascading like a waterfall. The gauzy dress clinging to her curvaceous figure swayed like flowing clouds.
This woman embodied both refined elegance and tantalizing sensuality.
But at the moment, she emanated an unmistakable, bone-chilling aura of danger.
"Xiao Ning, I can give you a life beyond your wildest dreams, but equally, I can bring you nightmarish agony." Zhang Shuya extended her hand, her slender, pale fingers brushing across his pale, handsome face.
"The only thing I seek from you is loyalty. Do you understand?"
