That night's video?
Upon hearing this, Ye Ning's pupils suddenly shrank violently.
"This bitch, she actually has the video from that night? She harmed me, and she even had the nerve to record it?"
Ye Ning finally exploded, abruptly bending forward. Her eyes blood-red, she reached out and yanked Xueshan up from the hospital bed: "Are you even human? How could you record that? Yang Xueshan, what exactly is your heart made of?"
When Xueshan was jerked up, she immediately grimaced in pain, but she didn't make a sound. After regaining her composure, she looked at Ye Ning and actually smiled: "If I hadn't recorded it, how would I have anything to give you today?"
"You beast!"
She finally lost control. Her fingers curled around the neck she had lifted, and she fiercely squeezed it in her grasp.