Lu Jialun took a deep breath and stepped forward to Yan Ruyu's side, helping to hold down Dai Jiawei, who was struggling.
Dai Jiawei could no longer pay attention to the pain on her scalp as she struggled and begged for mercy.
"President Yan."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, I won't dare to do it again."
Yan Ruyu tied the rope emotionlessly around Dai Jiawei, who trembled with fear.
Lu Jialun swallowed and whispered.
"Ruyu, with your stature and owning such vast wealth, it's not worth it to have someone's death on your conscience over such a petty person."
Yan Ruyu nodded gently and uttered a sound of agreement.
Dai Jiawei, thinking that Yan Ruyu intended to let her go, hurriedly said.
"Mr. Lu is right, President Yan, you shouldn't trouble yourself with a lawsuit over someone like me."
Yan Ruyu's lips curled into a slight smile as she said, "It's fine, as long as I don't kill you."
She spoke as she tied a knot in the rope.