Situ Jingliang was never a good person from beginning to end.
How could someone who had been chronically ill and paralyzed for years have the psychology of a normal person?
He had a dark mind, a strong desire to possess, and cruel methods, his means of tormenting people were endless.
The Situ family had an underground chamber like a labyrinth, which could rival hell on earth.
Situ Jingliang knelt down again, looking at Su Lian with a faint smile on his handsome lips, "You should be very clear about what I want to do."
Su Lian's face, already swollen to the size of a pig's head, now twisted into a mess, with emotions such as terror, unease, and regret intertwined.
"...No, don't..." Su Lian reached out, grabbing onto Situ Jingliang's trouser leg.
She and he had been childhood sweethearts, naive and innocent – he couldn't treat her this way.
But Situ Jingliang, as if he hadn't heard Su Lian's pleas, took long strides and entered through the door without a backward glance.