Ai Ning's face flashed with annoyance, and she glared fiercely at the man in front of her. Suppressing her anger, she spoke in a somewhat softened tone, "I can satisfy you with any amount of money, just as long as you give me that video."
The man sized up Ai Ning from head to toe, his eyes gleaming. He frivolously lifted his hand toward Ai Ning's face, only to be angrily slapped away by her.
Angrily, she waited for the man to react, "What do you think you're doing, you lowly scum dare to touch me?"
Upon hearing this, the man's expression instantly turned into one of shamed annoyance. He grabbed Ai Ning's wrist with one hand and arrogantly said, "What if I take this video to your family? Do you think they'd marry you off to me to protect their reputation? If I could marry Miss Ai Ning, this lowly scum would consider his life well-lived, wouldn't you agree?"
After speaking, the man lifted his finger and hooked Ai Ning's chin, his eyes smoldering with desire.
