Shang Yu pressed his thin lips together, glaring at the handcuffs on their wrists, "Let's talk inside."
Zong Zhan frowned, "Shaoyan..."
Xi Luo walked ahead without a care, "If he tells you to go inside, just go. Why so much useless talk?"
With their hands cuffed together, Zong Zhan had no choice but to follow her into the villa.
Even handcuffed, Xi Luo was completely unfazed, sitting at the table eating fruit and drinking water as if nothing was amiss.
Especially since she insisted on using her handcuffed right hand to eat, her fidgeting movements kept Zong Zhan unsettled.
At this moment, Shang Yu crossed his legs, took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, his gaze briefly scanning over, "Where did these handcuffs come from?"
"Is it that hard to get a pair?" Zong Zhan retorted confidently.
Xi Luo, with a slice of watermelon in her mouth, nodded seriously, "Illegally owning handcuffs."
