บท 232: Under The Table

Zhao Lifei did not realize his state until she demanded, "I'll ask you once and it better be the truth, what the hell did you do to Yang Ruqin?!"

He did not respond.

She frowned and tilted his head forward a bit. He was knocked out cold.

Zhao Lifei scoffed. That was all it took to subdue him? How pitiful.

She let his pathetic body slump onto the floor. She made sure to take pictures of his ruined state, ensuring that his face could be clearly seen. It would not be long before he was completely ruined.

Who would've thought the nation's rising actor was an abuser and rapist? He was famed on television as a romantic at heart and was always portrayed as the shining male lead who whisked the damsel-in-distress away. What an ironic facade.

Zhao Lifei went into Yang Ruqin's closet and took out three belts. She tied one around his ankles, his wrists, and then his arms for extra reassurance.

After that, she made her way towards Yang Ruqin.