A series of crackling sounds came through.
Within them, there was also a suppressed cry of pain.
Cheng Guang pushed the door open and walked inside, taking a glance.
It was originally a room where various miscellaneous items were piled up, narrow, cold, and the air was filled with a damp smell.
Originally empty, and on the cold walls, iron chains now hung.
Cheng Liunian's hands were shackled by the iron chains, the rough iron scraping against his skin, causing a stinging and numb pain.
His feet were also chained.
He hung suspended in mid-air like this.
In front of him, Lin Cheng continued to land punches and kicks on his body without stopping.
Cheng Guang merely gave it one look, then asked Lin Cheng to stop.
Lin Cheng knew his limits, only wanting Cheng Liunian to feel pain. In his view, as long as the Princely Heir didn't open his mouth to order his death, even if he felt this servant deserved it, he couldn't directly take his life.