When Yun Cangxue saw that familiar piece of fabric, it was as if all her strength had been sucked out of her in an instant. She snatched the cloth, her hands trembling non-stop.
"It's Yuyu's clothes, these are Yuyu's clothes. What have you done to our Yuyu?" Yun Cangxue was almost pleading.
"Nothing much, our people have been watching Young Master Tang the whole journey. Don't worry, as long as Third Miss Yun cooperates, we will naturally keep our word. Three years later, we will return a healthy and chubby Young Master Tang back to you. If you're lucky, Third Miss might even get to hold a healthy and chubby grandson," the person in red said in a deep voice.
Women, especially those selfish ones, once someone has something to hold over them, even if she is a tigress, she must obediently obey.
Yun Cangxue stifled her sobs, clutching at the cloth, "What exactly do you want?"
