372 No Hoots Given

Despite standing a distance of seven or eight meters away, Xiao Luo could still see the marks made on Su Xiaobei's tender neck by Wang Tuyun's sharp fingernails. This made his heart boil and put him on the edge of insanity.

Wang Tuyun was trembling, but for the sake of the man she loved, she was willing to do everything she could. She kept her grip firmly on Su Xiaobei's neck and shouted, "Hold Senior Brother Qinghe up, tie your own hands and feet with that rope over there, and then I'll release her. Otherwise, do not blame me if anything happens to this girl!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she exerted more pressure on her grip. Su Xiaobei's face swelled up and turned red in agony. She tried her best to struggle, wanting to free herself from Wang Tuyun's restraint, but she was only a four-year-old child, and there was little she could do against an adult.