Even if she had problems, even if she was ruined, she couldn't implicate her father. He had barely come back from Ghost Gate, and no matter what, she wouldn't let her father step into that abyss again. Consider it her doing something for her father.
"Xia Qingqian, what right do you have to negotiate with me? Wasn't it you who had the backbone to beg me to let you go before? Why is it that now you're begging me to punish you instead? Or are you afraid I might make you repay that two million?" He released her, stood up, and looked down at her.
"Young Master, I beg you, let me stay by your side, but not to repay with my flesh, is it possible? I can do other things to repay you." She slumped to the ground, tears pattering down, not because of Beitang Yao's words, but because of tears of grievance.
What could a Xia Qingqian use to fight against others? She would always be the one designed against.
