C954 Far from Being Able to Predict

Cheng Ziyu pursed his lips and looked at the black chain on Feng Chuchu's neck. It was a bomb that Locke had invented himself.

Cheng Ziyu took a deep breath and looked at Locke with red eyes.

"Ziyu, please save Chuchu. Grandma is begging you!" Feng Aiwei cried and cried. Because of the large movement, she fell to the ground together with the chair