Feng Qi's eyes widened in horror. Jian Ai was undoubtedly a monster in his eyes.
Before he could beg for mercy, Si Yue attacked again. With another crisp crack, Si Yue covered Feng Qi's mouth again. This time, he didn't even have the right to scream.
Cold sweat soaked his back. Feng Qi's face was pale. He had lost the fulcrum in his arms, and his hands were tied. Even the slightest movement would cause bone-chilling pain.
Snot and tears flowed down his face. He looked like he was half-dead.
Jian Ai waved her hand, and the rope around him broke with a bang. Feng Qi, who had lost his restraints, fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.
He did not dare to run, nor did he have the strength to run. At this moment, this home he had lived in for many years was undoubtedly hell on earth for Feng Qi.
"Tell me." Jian Ai slowly leaned back, letting Feng Qi seize the opportunity.
After all, he still had two legs intact.
