Shi Yunchang looked at the photo in his hand, the ruthlessness in his eyes unmistakable, "Have you all forgotten how we got that 50 million, if such a photo were to get out, even Shi Lingyan wouldn't be able to bear it."
"But, but..."
"There are no buts," Shi Yunchang snapped, "Shi Lingyan was unkind first, so don't blame us for being unjust. Dad, I'm going to find Shi Lingyan and see what his attitude is. If he won't play ball, I'll leak this photo."
"Does Mr. Shi know about this photo?"
"He probably doesn't," Shi Yunchang speculated, "If he did, he wouldn't have left it out of the conversation last time. And it was this woman," Shi Yunchang pointed at the figure in the photo exposing her pale arm, "who left it at our doorstep. Her goal is probably also to destroy him."
Shi Xuebai felt it was inappropriate, "If that's the case, aren't we just being used?"
