Lord Zhao was so startled by the sudden disaster that he didn't dare to make a sound, hiding in the corner of the living room.
Sang Meng tried to turn over and get up but found her hands and feet inexplicably bound.
She couldn't see anything and could only feel the cold touch on her wrists.
What is this thing...
Sang Meng's body was suddenly yanked up and pressed against the broken banister of the staircase.
At this moment, it wasn't just her wrists; her entire body felt the cold constraint.
The more Sang Meng struggled, the tighter the thing binding her became.
"Chuzheng!"
Sang Meng screamed in frustration and anger.
"Hmm?" The person below slightly raised their eyes and looked at her seriously and sternly, "What's wrong?"
Not a single person capable of fighting.
The loneliness of the invincible is incomprehensible to others.
Sigh.
Sang Meng's anger surged as she met Chuzheng's calm and indifferent gaze.
What's wrong!?
She actually asked me what's wrong.
