"I....."
Han Qingying's heart was again filled with indignation and a hint of rage. She bit her silver teeth, unable to make up her mind.
"Three...."
Qin Yu's face was stern as he began the countdown.
"Two...."
Seeing that Han Qingying had not agreed yet, Qin Yu also grew restless, thinking to himself that perhaps he had indeed gone too far in touching her, but using that stone pestle should be considered a separate matter, right?
"Stop.... I'll say it, I'll say it....."
Han Qingying's voice trembled, and tears constantly streamed from the corners of her eyes. She blinked hard before painfully saying, "I, Han Qingying, promise that I will never again trouble Qin Yu, nor will I interfere with his matters with Han Bing!"
"Hmph, you'd better remember your words. If you renege, this video will be broadcasted nationwide!"
After a cold snort, Qin Yu sent the video to Chen Mo with instructions, Keep it safe for me, but don't watch it, or you'll be in big trouble.