C83 Paranoid

The rib stew was still bubbling in the pot. Lu Qinghan kept twisting her waist, trying to break free from Lih Muchen's shackles, but to no avail.

Instead, it was Lih Muchen who did not listen to his orders in some unspeakable place.

"Don't move, or I don't know what I can do." Lih Muchen's voice carried a dangerous warning.

Lu Qinghan was not a little girl who could not help herself