Luo Yuming laughed sinisterly. "This guy is sentimental," he said, waving dismissively. "I leave these two to you. The tools you need are on the table. Make sure to leave them breathing for me. I'm off to find a room to rest."
With Luo Yuming gone, only three people remained in the room.
Pakse shrank back as Red Aunt glared at her fiercely. It was too late to be afraid now. It would have been better to have directly used that woman to negotiate the ransom. Perhaps then none of this would have happened.
Zheng Haoyu had changed his clothes; a dark V-neck shirt on top, pale yellow fitted trousers at the bottom. He was dressed in an elegant manner, but his stern face concealed every trace of this elegance.
He sat on the sofa, silently scanning the two people on the floor. The atmosphere was oppressive.
The waiting made time seem to double. Zheng Haoyu seemed to know exactly how to seize a person's psyche, gradually breaking down their mental defenses, pushing them toward collapse.
