Cheng Ying leaned forward and looked down at the panicked expression on her face, like a small animal that was unable to escape from a dense net, weak and powerless.

He suddenly felt a little regretful. He regretted that he had been hesitating all these days, trying to impress her with his deep affection, begging for her mercy like a stray dog.

He should have done this earlier, should have been tougher, she was powerless to break free from him, right?

"Where are the things?" Cheng Ying said this to the outside of the house.

As soon as he finished speaking, a maid came in timidly with her head lowered, holding a tray. She didn't dare to raise her eyes at all. When she heard that the things in the tray were taken away, she quickly retreated out of the house.

Hearing the sound of chains colliding, Yu Jiao looked at the familiar golden shackles in Cheng Ying's hands, her face flushed with anger. She said coldly: "Brother, are you going to lock me up again? You clearly don't want to let me go, why did you lie to me?"

Cheng Ying shook the shackles in her hand and smiled coldly: "What about Jiaojiao? Why did you lie to me?"

"When did I..." Yu Jiao suddenly remembered what she had discussed with Debbie. Her pupils tightened and she stared at Cheng Ying with some fear. "You know? What did you do to them? I asked her to leave the city. Don't hurt innocent people."

Cheng Ying handcuffed her arms behind her back, and the golden shackles were easily fastened on Yu Jiao's wrists. Her struggle to avoid was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and was not worth mentioning.

"How can someone who has the guts to let you out of the city be an innocent person?" Cheng Ying sneered, stretched out his arms and embraced Yu Jiao in his arms, then pinched her jaw. With a little force from his fingers, Yu Jiao felt pain and had to look up at him.