Xiao Yu's words were cold and merciless, filled with killing intent.
They wanted to refuse, but discovered they did not even have the courage to shake their heads in disbelief.
Chills ran through their hearts.
A threat from someone who could casually crush a stainless steel kitchen knife... someone who could lift a middle-aged man with one hand.
They did not dare ignore the weight of those words.
Zhao Qingping's resentment turned to fear.
"Yang Yan, return the gifts he sent you, minus the platform's cut. Over a million in gifts-that should leave four hundred thousand or so, right?"
Yang Yan nodded hurriedly. "I'll return it. I'll return every last cent of the gift income to him. Then I'll be out of this, right?"
"Hmph. Yang Yan, if you keep flaunting yourself and deceiving people, I can't control that. But if someone comes after you for revenge again, I absolutely won't come to save you. You'd better watch yourself.
"And another reminder: when you deceive someone, remember to pray your victim doesn't know me. Otherwise, if word reaches my ears, next time I'll simply take away your ability to 'deceive people and swindle money.'"
"I... I understand... I'll never deceive anyone again!"
She did not actually understand what Xiao Yu meant. What did he mean about word not reaching his ears?
But Yang Yan did not dare ask now. She planned to think it over once she was safe.
In fact, after being kidnapped by her Top Supporter, she would not dare do it again even without Xiao Yu's warning.
"Wait!" Yang Yan could accept this, but Zhao Qingping flew into a rage when he heard it was only four hundred thousand.
Even his fear of Xiao Yu diminished. "Why should she only return four hundred thousand? I sent her