Zhao Shuncheng's face turned dark. He looked at the weeping woman beside him impatiently. The hint of gentleness and tolerance no longer appeared in his eyes. Instead, all that was left was an apparent hint of disgust.
"The decision lies with Youlin, not me."
"Then, you can talk to Youlin…" Before Li Hongyu finished her words, she choked under Zhao Shuncheng's furious glare.
"Instead of begging me to plead with Youlin, what you need to do now is to discipline your own daughter so that she won't do anything outrageous again. Otherwise, nobody can save her."
"But…" Li Hongyu wanted to continue. However, Zhao Shuncheng interrupted her impatiently.
"Youlin has spared her this time. But, if Youxi does not reflect on herself and repent of her sin, Youlin would hand over the recording to the former master. By then, not only Youxi, but also myself as well as Youming would all be ruined!"
