Lin Zishuang, upon hearing Sister Hong's words, even if she had been clueless before, now understood what was happening.
She was actually locked in a cage to be auctioned off—does this mean that whoever bids the highest will own her?
In that instant, Lin Zishuang felt as if she'd rather die.
Her tongue was numb and stiff, as though paralyzed, leaving her unable to speak.
She pounded hard on the iron cage, yet even the chance to bite her tongue and end her own life was denied her.
Tears, like broken strings of pearls, streamed down uncontrollably.
The men below the stage, gazing at this goddess-like beauty crying like a delicate flower battered by rain, instantly had their protective instincts and possessiveness ignited.
Sister Hong glanced at the agitated men—a group who usually portrayed themselves as upstanding gentlemen.
But in truth, men—they all had the same nature.
At this moment, outside, the entire Ning City seemed on the brink of chaos.
