In the office of the underground secret lab, after Lin Ruoyao closed the door, the air turned completely silent.
Lin Ruoyao, holding a gun in her hand, stepped toward Han Yi.
"You think a mere little nurse could hold me back? Utterly wishful thinking!"
Han Yi was still clutching a stack of documents, glaring at Lin Ruoyao, his eyes burning with fiery anger.
"Lin Ruoyao, what did you do to my daughter?"
Lin Ruoyao sneered, lightly jumped onto the desk, her booted foot stepping on the armrest, one hand propping on the table behind, the other hand playing with the gun, eyes filled with arrogance.
"I warned you not to provoke me! But you wouldn't listen. Five years ago, I said Tingxuan belongs to me. You insisted on fighting me, so you were lucky enough to lose your child. And now, you came back five years later to fight me again, risking your life. It just shows how dangerous stubborn ignorance can be."
