The daughter of the emperor is beautiful and delicate, and the abstinent boss pinches her waist and

Chapter 53 I'll Help You Recall

The car stopped, and several people with their faces covered by black cloth could not see the road under their feet. They were pushed and staggered.

The fear of the unknown mixed with the biting cold wind howled in, causing the few people who were already wearing thin clothes to shiver.

After they stopped, the sudden dazzling light made them raise their hands to cover their eyes.

In the hazy light, I saw a slender figure standing tall not far away. He was wearing a clean white shirt and black pants. He had starry eyes, sword-like eyebrows, deep facial features, and a peaceful and indifferent expression.

"I...I know you. What do you want?"

Li Yi stumbled and shouted, but in the end, fear took over. He swallowed hard and softened his tone: "This is illegal. Big shots like you are all careful about your reputation. I know. As long as you let us go, I will never call the police. I swear!"

His eyes, which he had tried to open wide, were filled with sincerity, and the corners of his mouth held a cautious apologetic smile. When he saw the man waving at him, he was full of hope that he could be rescued, so he trotted over comically and reverently offered his bound hands.

"What can I do? I believe that only the dead can keep secrets."

The man's cold voice sounded in his ears, full of teasing and ridicule. He looked up in disbelief, but before he could see the expression on his face, he felt a suffocating pain in his lower abdomen.

Sheng Yuheng calmly retracted his foot, his expression cold as if he was not the one who kicked the person just now.

Listening to the screams of a slaughtered pig, he pursed his lips in dissatisfaction: "Shut his mouth."

"I'm sorry, we were wrong. Please let my son go. We will stay away from him and will never get involved in this again. Please have mercy on him, please!"

Su Hong knelt there, clasped her hands together, and kept begging.

Although she didn't know the relationship between the two, her intuition told her that this man must have come to avenge Su Xingmian.

"I gave you a chance." Sheng Yuheng crossed his legs and sat on a chair opposite Su Hong and his wife. He seemed to have his eyes downcast, but the hostility hidden in his tone was chilling.

"I originally thought that the suffering you endured in prison would be enough for you to figure things out, but you are too stupid."

Those painful memories were like an endless stream of river water, constantly pouring towards Su Hong, giving her a chance to survive just when she was about to suffocate, and this cycle continued.

"How about I help you recall it again."

Looking at the people around her carrying basins of water and towels, Su Hong instinctively began to tremble. She hugged her head and hunched her body. She knew that even so, she could not withstand their force, but she still did it.

"Please, don't do this, I really don't dare to do this anymore."

She kept crying and shouting, and the uncle of the Su family beside her didn't understand what was going on. But when the wet towels were thrown on his face layer by layer, and when he was about to suffocate, they were all taken away...

After a few times, he was completely exhausted. His eyes were sometimes focused and sometimes distracted, as if he couldn't concentrate his vision. He lay there straight.

If it weren't so oppressively quiet, the almost inaudible breathing sound would not be heard at all.

Su Hong shed silent tears, and Li Yi, who was lying against the wall like a dead dog, forgot to cry out in pain.

They stared blankly at the man who sat there, looking like a god, yet also like a devil. Their throats felt as if a pair of large hands were gripping them tightly, making it impossible for them to utter a single sound. "I want to know who taught you to cause trouble at the entrance of the film and television city."

These words are the hope of life!
"I don't know that man. He's about 30 or 40 years old, and he doesn't look like anything special."

Li Yi racked his brains to piece together his memories. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhou Chi slowly raise his hand. Amidst the flashes of lightning and thunder, a detail suddenly popped up in his memory: "The little finger on his right hand is missing a section!"

The sound was so loud that it almost broke the voice. Zhou Chi was startled and the hand that wanted to scratch the itch trembled almost unnoticeably. He sniffed as if nothing had happened and withdrew his hand awkwardly.

"After three days, let them go and teach them clearly what to say and what not to say."

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At the same time, in the master suite of a luxury hotel in Shanghai.

"Is this what you said, can you step on her hard this time?"

Fu Ling angrily wanted to throw the phone at the man's face, but her grandfather's warning was still ringing in her ears. She was still afraid, so she held back her temper, threw the phone on the coffee table, and sat down on the sofa chair opposite the man with her arms folded across her chest, angrily.

The mobile page was Su Xingmian's Weibo homepage. His fans, who originally had over 20 million, had increased by about one million.

This time, not only did she not suffer any serious injuries, but she also gained a wave of traffic and popularity for nothing. How could she not help but get angry?

"The problem in this matter is not with me. Instead of asking me, you might as well go home and ask why she was able to get the surveillance video."

Facing the furious eldest lady, Yu Wentao was not afraid. He didn't even raise his head and continued to write leisurely.

Just when he dipped the brush in ink, he accidentally glanced at the severed finger, and suddenly an uncontrollable gloom appeared in his drooping eyes, as if countless strange illusions were wandering in them.

The ink-soaked pen tip dropped a single drop of ink on the unfinished paper. He tossed the pen aside in disgust. Looking up, he withdrew all his sharpness and anger and said coldly, "If you could just tell me who's behind her, maybe we'd have a 50% chance of winning."

It’s a pity that neither the grandfather nor the grandson told the truth, so he could do nothing to help.

Fu Ling opened her mouth and silently repeated the name that had always lingered in her heart.

He has been hiding his true identity and didn't want others to know. If he knew that he had revealed this to outsiders, would he hate her even more?
Thinking of this possibility, Fu Ling tightly grasped the corner of his clothes and forcibly suppressed the urge in his heart...

"I don't know who it is. Grandpa never mentioned it."

Yu Wentao can know this secret, but he can never hear it from her.

But her acting skills were too poor. Her erratic and evasive eyes could not fool an old fox like Yu Wentao.

In the corner that she couldn't see, the man's mouth curled up with a hint of sarcasm: "If you don't want to say it, forget it. Go back and rest. Pay more attention to your acting class tomorrow."

Fu Ling was not stupid. She could still hear the sarcasm in his words, but he was hiding something in his heart. She was too lazy to argue with him and turned around and left.