A lot of people around were watching, but no one dared to step forward to help, only because of the words, "Even the younger members of the Shao Family should call him Uncle."
Su Lingzhi was pressed down into a chair, her shoulders and wrists instantly turning red, with no room to break free.
The imbalance of power, plus her inability to see, engulfed her with a tidal wave of unease.
She looked fearfully at the dark shadow before her, and spoke with restraint, "Will you let us go if I drink with you?"
"As long as you can keep me entertained, you'll get whatever you want."
The mockery was intense, and Su Lingzhi felt nauseated.
Zhuang Xiaoxi struggled desperately and said to her, "Zhizhi, don't believe him, they're not good people at all."
As soon as the words came out, she was slapped heavily, making her dizzy, with one half of her face burning with pain so severe it numbed her, and blood slowly dripped from the corner of her mouth.
