When Ma Xiumin finally came to, he was sitting in a chair, a rope tightly wound around his limbs exactly like he had tied Chen Waan. It was painful, the thin rope was cutting into his skin. She was sitting silently all this while bearing this much pain? His head twitched with fear and anxiety. It seemed he was moving, like the truck he had hired for Chen Waan.
Wait, what was this? Why did it feel like he was in exact same situation as that wench? And why was this happening to him? That man had promised nothing would befall him! What a betrayal, and he was for sure finished today! He had already fallen into the hands of the enemy. Plus, he knew how ruthless that guy Mo Yifan was. Unlike his kind and aloof personality he was famous for in the entertainment circle, he was reincarnation of a monster.
