She attempted to forcefully kick with her only free right foot, but Rong Shaoze was quicker than her. As he locked her left ankle, with a twist of his wrist, he immediately secured her right ankle as well.
All of her limbs were locked, and Lin Xinlan's body was stretched out into a spread-eagled position, which was a humiliating pose.
Everyone was looking at her, with expressions ranging from amusement to sympathy to indifference.
Rong Shaoze's eyes, however, were gentle and smiling, but the depth of his gaze was icy cold, without a trace of warmth.
He was a man cold and ruthless.
When he treated you well, he could be very gentle, but when he treated you badly, he could be equally cruel.
Good or bad, everything depended on his mood.
Hatred filled Lin Xinlan's eyes, and she bit her lip tightly, not letting out the expected screams and curses.
