Inside a high-end residential apartment, in the living room.
Mo Xin was tied to a chair with her hands behind her back, a snow-white towel stuffed in her mouth. Her beautiful eyes, cold and defiant, glared at the person sitting on the sofa beside her.
"Miss Mo Xin, why put yourself through this? It would be so much better if you just cooperated nicely. Why insist on playing dirty tricks with me, Zhang Shucheng? Do you think you're my match?"
The person on the sofa sneered, and it was none other than Zhang Shucheng from the Zhang Family!
Next to him stood his cherished son, Zhang Xuan.
Zhang Xuan looked at Mo Xin somewhat pityingly, as if she were a delicate beauty made of tofu, the ropes squeezing her and the white towel, threatening to split her tender lips.
Zhang Shucheng talked to no avail for a long while, growing bored without a response, and seeing his own son standing anxiously scratching his cheek, he suddenly huffed and gestured with his mouth.
