Steven's ugly face was fully revealed.

Shen Shuyuan stared at him blankly, "Steven, are you planning to burn bridges after using someone else's help?"

“I didn’t demolish it, and I didn’t kick you out. As long as you’re still in this industrial park, within my sphere of influence, you and your son are safe enough,” Steven said with a smile.

“But he’ll die if he doesn’t go to the hospital. He already has a heart problem,” Shen Shuyuan said in a hoarse voice, her eyes red.

"That's none of my business anymore." Steven spread his hands, smiling as he prepared to leave.

Shen Shuyuan watched his resolute back and smiled coldly.

"That artist-based game actually had a major bug in its design from the very beginning. It will completely crash after fifteen days of operation, and no artist will be able to log in anymore. If you still want to make money, you'd better agree to my request."

"Haha, whether we make money or not doesn't matter anymore, anyway, the person who ends up coming to us is Lu Zhiwei."

She's worth hundreds of billions; that's enough for me to live on for a lifetime.

Steven scoffed at Shen Shuyuan's threats, completely disregarding them.

It was only at this moment that Shen Shuyuan realized.

He had dragged himself into a den of wolves.

The wolves inside are all more treacherous and cunning than the last.

Just as Shen Shuyuan was on the verge of collapse, a small hand suddenly tugged at the hem of her clothes.

She looked down and saw that Mizuki on the bed had woken up.

"Ruixi, you're awake!" Shen Shuyuan practically ran to Ruixi's bedside and tightly grasped the little one's hand.

Mizuki's face was deathly pale.

He weakly moved his lips, "Who...are you?"

Mizuki couldn't see the face behind the mask.

But he could tell from the sound.

She is not Aunt Lu.

At this point, Shen Shuyuan no longer felt the need to hide anything.

He deftly removed the mask from his face.

Looking at the scarred and hideous face before me.

Ruixi's eyes widened: "Aunt Angel, how can you talk?"