"Yiyi, I beg you, you can hate me or scold me, I just ask you to let Zhiye go this time, let Uncle Xu go. If you agree, I will make Zhiye let you go and never stand in your way with Ye Che again."
Xia Weiyi pursed her lips and turned around: "Do you think Xu Zhiye still has any leverage over me now?"
"This…" Shasha was silent for a while, her drooping eyelashes suddenly dimmed.
Seeing her like this, Xia Weiyi felt somewhat reluctant to speak her mind, but unexpectedly, Shasha suddenly bent her knees and knelt in front of her.
She looked up, tears at the bottom of her eyes, a clear gaze, and her tone became neither humble nor arrogant.
"Brother Zhiye has lost you and the company, he now has nothing. If he loses Uncle Xu, he will collapse."
"So I am kneeling before you now, begging you to give Uncle Xu a way out. I will take Brother Zhiye abroad with me, and we will never appear before you again."
