"Ghost Park?" Yu Zhi curled her lips with a hint of mockery. "You actually believe such rumors?"
She faced him unwaveringly, unafraid of the murderous glint in his eyes. Her gaze held a constant trace of amusement.
Yu Baisheng's eyes bulged, blood vessels reddening to fill his entire gaze. "What exactly are you trying to achieve?"
He slammed his palm heavily onto the table, the sound of handcuffs clashing against wood reverberating throughout the room.
Even the red marks etched into his wrists seemed to threaten and command the girl to behave obediently.
"Yu Baisheng, lower your head and take a look." Yu Zhi's eyes drifted down to his bound hands and feet, letting out a sneer. "Do you think you're still the mighty President Yu?"
She emphasized the words "President Yu" heavily.
Her tone was brimming with disdain, and the contemptuous glare in her eyes was akin to looking at a trivial insect.
Clearly, she didn't regard him as worthy of her attention at all.
