"Cough, cough cough..."
Locked in a dark room for over a month, Lu Yansong felt a kind of weary weakness in his entire body.
After Lu Changchuan's punch, Lu Yansong coughed violently for a long time, feeling as though he could cough out his internal organs.
His whole body curled up on the ground like a shrimp.
Looking up again, he saw Lu Changchuan calmly arranging his cuffs and sitting back down, as if the person who had just lost his temper was not him.
A flash of regret crossed Lu Yansong's eyes.
Wanting to be free, this is the only way.
Otherwise, with Lu Changchuan's methods, every future day would be a struggle for survival, unbearable.
Struggling to sit up, Lu Yansong gasped deeply and said, "Don't you want to know what's going on with the Ye family? Facing death, I have nothing left to hide."
