Although there was no light in the dark room, Pei Ge easily caught sight of her son.
"Let go of my child!"
She struggled to break free from Ji Ziming's hold as she moved to rush toward Qiao Jingyun.
The man only ripped her hand tighter, though.
"Don't act rashly!"
He was deathly afraid that her life would be put in jeopardy.
"Let me go!"
Seeing her son getting strangled by that woman, she was infuriated and anxious.
"Don't be rash."
Instead of letting her go, he grabbed her more tightly.
Although he was speaking to her, his eyes were on the woman before them.
Those dark eyes of his were so frighteningly cold that they seemed to have a layer of ice.
"Qiao Jingyun, you can't escape, so let go of him."
This simple statement worked more effectively than Pei Ge's words.
At the very least, the woman's emotions were easily stirred by him.
"Are you begging me right now?"
