Xu Jinzhi turned to look at Xie Yanchuan, the coldness in her eyes not yet concealed as she said indifferently, "It's fine, I won't touch him anymore."
Xie Yanchuan hesitated, but ultimately let go of Xu Jinzhi's hand. Xu Jinzhi knelt down, grabbed Zhao Qinghe by the collar, and forced him to look at her.
Although Zhao Qinghe was already quite drunk and somewhat disoriented, the pain had made him slightly more alert at this moment.
"As an early gift for you, spend this New Year recovering well in the hospital," she said.
"Once the holiday is over, I'll take good care of you."
Xu Jinzhi no longer obsessed over finding evidence against Zhao Qinghe for harming her, as she had better ways to pay him back now.
Zhao Qinghe opened his mouth but was unable to utter a word. Xu Jinzhi let go of him as if tossing away trash, and he collapsed onto the ground.
