Suizi had been listening to Yu Jingting's intense outburst all along the way.
Chen Tong managed to retort aggravatedly at first, but later on, whether he fell asleep out of exhaustion, or passed out due to anger, there was no more noise from him.
When the car arrived home, Yu Jingting skillfully pulled out a hemp rope from under the seat—don't ask why he had this on the car, just know that there was a hemp sack in the trunk as well.
He tied Chen Tong up securely and, like carrying a small pig, hoisted him onto his shoulder.
He carried him in head down.
"Why are you tying him up?" Suizi asked.
"This kid, Huahua, has too many slippery tricks up his sleeve. I'm binding him to interrogate him," he responded.
"Won't this be a blow to him?"
Suizi was worried that Chen Tong couldn't handle it. He had just witnessed a family member die right before his eyes, and now Yu Jingting was handling him like this. Wouldn't this lead to depression?
