Xiao Zimo was frantic.
He silently prayed for An Ning.
Finding her quickly was going to be difficult.
By the time he got there, he didn't know whether An Ning would already be...
Chen Nei took An Ning to a high-end hotel, rented a room, and then carried her up to it.
He laid her on the bed, picked up the handcuffs readily placed at the bedside, clasped her small hands, looped them over the edge of the bed, and locked them.
Chen Nei looked at An Ning's small face, a look of satisfaction showing on his.
Then he took out his phone and made a call.
The call was quickly connected.
"Shang Wenshu, the woman you talked about is indeed beautiful," he said. "One look and she had me bewitched."
The woman on the other end smiled, "As long as she's to your taste, enjoy yourself."
After hanging up, Chen Nei's eyes already sparkled with a lustful gleam, his hand caressing her face; her skin was very delicate, smooth, and tender.
