Xiang Yiran feigned surprise again, "Yancheng, you still don't know?"
Huo Mei rolled her eyes and cleared her throat, "Yiran, stop wasting words on him."
She glared at Xiang Yiran and walked up to Bao Yancheng, exhaling a puff of smoke.
"Although you're not holding any chips now, you're indeed troublesome to deal with. To ensure you don't get any crooked ideas..."
Huo Mei took out a remote control from a beaded purse, while Xiang Yiran projected the surveillance footage of Bao Yuan's study onto the television screen.
"Here's an opportunity to show your sincerity. Take some photos, release a statement to demonstrate your sincerity, and I will deactivate the bomb in Bao Yuan's study."
Bao Yancheng's eyes grew colder. He had lived for almost thirty years and had never been threatened like this before.
His icy gaze focused on the unknowing Bao Yuan, who sat at the desk reading with floral glasses.
The truth about his mother's incident had never emerged from his lips.