His wife had bought him those herself! How dare they! Ye Mo cursed them a thousand times over.
"Stop it this instant!" he raged. "What are you doing, cutting my clothes? What do you want?"
Blindfolded, tied up, on top of being ignored, and now having his clothes destroyed, the psychological torture and panic was extraordinarily unbearable!
It was agonizing, being toyed around with like that.
Ye Mo swore, once he got his freedom, he would weed out the mastermind of this plot and hammer them half to death! All in the name of vengeance!
No matter how much he screamed at the top of his lungs, very soon he was left in the nude.
For the first time, he was fully exposed in the presence of others. That kind of humiliation made Ye Mo want nothing more than to strangle the ones who cut his clothes and whoever gave the order to do so!
He gritted his teeth so tightly they creaked.
