"Okay, Mr. Lin." Ito observed her surroundings and found no way to enter quietly without making a noise, so she had to walk up to the front door.
"The door seems unlocked?" Ito gently pushed it open, and the door swung open, leaving her speechless.
Jera, such a bold woman. Wasn't she afraid of someone suddenly bursting in?
Actually, Ito had guessed right; the Luo family had been instructed that when Jera was partying here, no one else would come over.
Jera was having such a wild time that she didn't notice the two of them had entered the room.
Perhaps it was because Ito was accustomed to "grand scenes," she wasn't surprised at all by the room's state, whereas it shocked Yang Yu.
A voluptuous woman, barely clothed, was tied to a wooden frame, her hair disheveled, her body covered in whip marks, with handcuffs, candles, and various "tools" scattered around on the floor.
"Sick pervert!" Yang Yu couldn't help but curse, then gave Ito a meaningful glance.
