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Ling Tianyu didn't move, the kitchen knife remained at Yang Qing Mountain's throat. He had to see that Duan Yanran was unharmed, or else the knife would stay there, and he didn't mind the fatigue.
Right now, Yang Qingshan was like a terrified monkey, not even daring to breathe heavily and completely different from his previous indifferent and calm demeanor, who didn't take Ling Tianyu seriously at all.
Kneeling on the ground, he didn't even dare to move his eyes, like a piece of trash. Wasn't he acting tough just a moment ago? Now he's become so cowardly, a total embarrassment.
After about fifteen minutes, a series of car sounds came from outside the villa, and eight people walked in. Duan Yanran was tied up tightly, with a towel stuffed in her mouth and tears on her face, clearly frightened by the sudden abduction.