The videotape was placed inside a cardboard box, while Shangguan Heng had adhesive plaster stuck on his neck and his hands were also bandaged with gauze.
He appeared to be in a pretty bad state.
Yet in Xia Bowen's eyes, it was incredibly satisfying.
He felt he hadn't indulged in such gratifying revenge for many years.
Shangguan Heng took a step back and said with a feigned smile, "After yesterday, can we consider our grudges settled?"
Song Yunuan remained silent.
Whether to settle or not, that was for her uncle to decide.
Xia Xindong sneered, "Shangguan Heng, what do you think?"
Shangguan Heng's face suddenly changed color, and he clenched his teeth, "Shouldn't one leave room for maneuver, to be able to meet on good terms in the future? Are you being so aggressive? Aren't you afraid it will all end in mutual destruction?"
Xia Xindong spoke calmly, his face cold, "I once said that you would regret it if you didn't kill me."
Shangguan Heng was stunned.