The time left for Teng Feiyue had come to an end. Since Teng Feiyue was unwilling to act, Ning Fan knew what he must do.
Just as Ning Fan was about to make a move, Teng Feiyue suddenly stopped him.
"If there's anything you still want to say to him, say it now."
Ning Fan stared coldly at Teng Feiyue, his unyielding demeanor making Teng Feiyue finally face reality—Ning Fan had no intention of showing her any leniency.
At this moment, the ones begging for mercy were them. The decision rested entirely upon her, while Ning Fan merely acted according to his rightful stance.
Struggling slightly, Teng Feiyue glanced at her father before finally speaking with despair, "I'll do it!"
"Good!"
Ning Fan raised an eyebrow, then stepped aside, standing like a spectator, waiting for Teng Feiyue to take action.
