"Go back with me!" Xia Houfeng looked at Jiang Nanyan and spoke word by word. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Jiang Nanyan's heart, causing a slight tremor.
"Who are you? I don't know you at all. Why should I go with you? Let me go..." Jiang Nanyan struggled and wanted to pull back, but no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't shake the strap on her wrist.
Half the palm of my hand!
That big palm, like an iron pincer, clamped Jiang Nanyan's hand tightly. No matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free.
"You must be like this?" Xia Houfeng glared at Jiang Nanyan, a hint of sinisterness and sharpness flashed in his dark pupils, "Or do you just like me to be strong?"
What do you mean, I just like him to use force! [
Jiang Nanyan looked at Xia Houfengli sadly, really not understanding at all what this man was talking about.
Cheng Wuyi and Huang Fulian were extremely angry because of Xia Houfengli's words, but Xiahou Fengli insisted on holding Jiang Nanyan. On their side, they were afraid of Jiang Nanyan's injury and did not dare to act rashly.
Cheng Wuyi was almost dying of anxiety.
Jiang Nanyan's wrists have already been pinched with red marks by Xia Houfeng. If this continues, her hands will definitely be injured!
Cheng Wuyi took a deep breath and said to the attendant who followed Xia Houfengli, "What happened to your monarch? Let him go quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"