Duan Jingwen's face slightly changed, the furrow across his brow deepening.
He took out the electronic handcuffs, cuffing one of Yuanya's hands and fastening the other end under the table's foot. She was forced to sit on the floor.
When Yuanya saw him put his shirt back on, the anxious heart lodged in her throat relieved slightly.
She adjusted her shirt collar and when he was fastening his buttons, she secretly grabbed the fruit knife that was placed on the table...
Yuanya clenched her fists, her gaze intense.
Suffice to say she could not escape by herself, even if Duan Jingwen wanted to let her go, she had no idea where to run or how to do so.
She detested this feeling of helplessness. If she had not been so weak, Duan Jingwen would not have captured her and she would not have to face him powerless!
Having her as a hostage, Lan Xiu would be trapped, constantly on the defensive under attack.
She dared not to imagine the extent of injuries Lan Xiu might endure.
