Mr. Su couldn't wait to have them reach the point of no return, and quickly said, "Good, good!"
Looking around, he took two ropes from the curtain and was about to tie up Su Xingyu.
Su Xingyu was tightly held down by Su Xingqi and her mother, using all her strength but unable to break free. Seeing Mr. Su getting closer with the rope, she could only call out in a grief-stricken and humiliated voice, "Dad!" Her voice was mournful and desolate, filled with twists and turns, as if begging for mercy, yet also accusing.
She was his daughter!
His own flesh and blood, how could he bear to let her suffer such humiliation?
Perhaps her appearance was too miserable, making Mr. Su feel uncomfortable, and the hand holding the rope paused involuntarily.
Su Xingqi grew anxious, furiously gripping Su Xingyu with her sharp nails digging straight into her flesh, "Dad! What are you hesitating for! Don't be fooled by her sweet words! You are doing this for her own good, Mr. Chen is still waiting!"
