Mao Yuhan sat on his throne, absentmindedly groping the woman he had forced onto his lap. Xing Lingxin bit her lip to keep from crying. A little ways over, Xing Bai had been chained to a wall, forced to watch what was happening. The blood had drained from his face, but hatred remained clear in his eyes.
“I’m impressed you managed to buy enough time to let your daughter escape. That’s very admirable of you. Guess that makes you two real good parents. But you realize it’s just delaying the inevitable, right? I’ve already sent my i***t son after her. He might be dumber than a box of rocks, but he’s vicious and cruel. He’ll capture her quickly, then break her in.”
“Ngggg!” Xing Lingxin cried in pain as Mao Yuhan pinched her.
“I wonder what sort of expression she’ll have when she comes here
