The sweet pet of a wealthy family: He Shao's substitute bride

Tang Zhiyu stared at the conversation between the two and smiled.

"So, it's been three hours since I was kidnapped, and Leng Xiao hasn't responded yet?"

It's just that in this smile, her heart is sour.

He Chen didn't respond to him, but looked at the screen of the phone, but he seemed to be engulfed in hostility.

"Haha, miscalculated, I just said, I am not important to him at all."

He Chen raised his eyes, "Since he didn't respond to an ordinary video, then I can only wrong you."

After finishing speaking, He Chen glanced at the subordinates beside him, and gave him a look.

The subordinates understood and walked towards Tang Zhiyu.

Tang Zhiyu had a bad feeling and retreated back.

"What are you going to do?"

"What to do, you will know immediately."

In the next second, Tang Zhiyu was lifted up by a thick arm and pressed against the wall.

He Chen threw the phone to another subordinate, "Record it." "Ah."

Tang Yu's fair and tender face was violently pressed against the wall, and the rough wall scraped her face in great pain.

She couldn't stand the pain either, and screamed in pain.

Before it was over, she was thrown to the ground again, and a foot stepped on her hand.

Tang Zhiyu suddenly felt like his hand was broken, "It hurts..."

Yigong tortured Tang Zhiyu for 5 minutes before He Chen signaled to stop.

These 5 minutes cost Tang Zhiyu half his life.

Her face was swollen, her hand was swollen high, and most importantly, she felt that her little finger had lost all feeling.

"It's over again, boss."

"He Chen, you are not human."

She swore in her heart that if she had another chance to escape from here, she would take revenge and make He Chen pay ten times the price.

"You'd better pray, he will reply to this video, otherwise, it's not just stepping on your hand, it's as simple as that." Tang Zhiyu was still scared in his heart, "You crazy."

He Chen ignored Tang Zhiyu's curse and left the basement.

Before leaving, He Chen said again, "Keep an eye on him, if she runs away, I want your heads."

The confidant drove the car, and asked again: "Boss, I can't see through this Leng Xiao a little bit. He doesn't care about Tang Zhiyu very much. The video has been sent. Why doesn't he say anything?"

He Chen closed his eyelids and rested against the back of the chair.

"He's playing psychological warfare with us, so that we can't figure out what he's thinking, huh, but his actions have already betrayed him. He cares about Tang Zhiyu a lot."

Leng Xiao, who was on the ferry, looked at the video in the mailbox, and his lowered eyes revealed the breath of death.

On this ferry, the other passengers were all shocked by his aura and kept away from him.