The whispers of agony echoed through the water in the lily pool, slamming into the ears of the newly arrived Huo family of four.
Huo Yirong's handsome face showed cruel and gloomy expressions, a sense of bloodthirsty coldness arising from it.
It was as if he genuinely wished to send the person in his grip to their doom, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, demonstrating ruthless indifference.
The individual firmly held underwater by Huo Yirong, their hands grasping the rim of the tank, showed absolutely no fight back.
Their grasping hands, pressed firmly against the edge of the lily pool, showed increasing effort and the tips of their fingers bloomed with red.
Within sight of the crowd, the pair of hands slowly loosened their grip.
Clearly, the individual submerged in the water was on the verge of giving up.
They were but a step away from asphyxia and drowning.
Upon witnessing this, Huo Anqi's eyes were quickly covered by his father's hand.
