Wen Kefan didn't speak, just looked at her, "Have you ever thought about it?"
The confidence in Yu Ya's bones returned.
She lifted her chin, appearing more arrogant again, and said, "I don't believe Wen Suihan dares to force me to death. No matter how strong he is, he's afraid of a homicide case. Do you really think I haven't left myself a way out? Don't worry, as long as I die, my last words will be made public, they will be widely propagated by online media, and in the end, you Wen Family members can't escape involvement either."
Hearing this, Wen Kefan laughed.
Wen Kefan took something out of her coat pocket and casually tossed it in front of Yu Ya.
It was a vermilion recording pen.
As the recording pen rolled to her feet, Yu Ya panicked.
She picked up the recording pen, looking at Wen Kefan with disbelief.
