Cheng Ying had just breathed a sigh of relief, only to see his elder brother and little sister walking over to greet his parents with happy smiles.
When he turned around, his elder brother's face suddenly appeared in front of him. His heart and stomach clenched, and every nerve in his body became tense.
Hands.
Darkness.
Trapped, trapped, trapped.
"Cheng Ying, are you really from our Cheng family?" His elder brother's voice echoed in his head.
His elder brother's tone was filled with contempt, disdain, and derision. It was then that his little sister's face suddenly appeared next to his elder brother's, wearing a black mask while showing the glint of the dark, malevolent eyes, and she was giggling in front of him with the same derision and disdain in his elder brother's eyes.
Cheng Ying froze in place, just like the blood that seemed to stop running in his body. He wanted to leave, but there seemed to be no other place he could go.
