Ye Ling grabbed her by her neck suddenly, and for a moment, Shen Qianshu could not breathe. The breath under her nose slowly became shortened, but she stared stubbornly at Ye Ling, not pleading for mercy. Ye Ling glared into her eyes and pushed her away violently.
Shen Qianshu fell onto the ground. Her hand hit a table beside them, and it hurt so badly she broke into a cold sweat. Ye Ling's gaze seemed cold.
"Shen Qianshu, if you dare to leave, your son's life will stay here. I mean it when I say it."
"Other than forcing women to do things, what else can you do?"
"Get lost!" Ye Ling yelled, picking up a porcelain vase on the table beside him and throwing it at Shen Qianshu. "Get out!"
The vase hit Shen Qianshu's knees, sending a sharp pain to her. Her leg went numb, and she almost fell to her knees. Shen Qianshu held it in.
On the ground floor, Zhong Ran was engrossed in playing with his games.
