Time flew, and half an hour had passed.
Ling Man's mother suddenly exhaled a breath and slowly opened her eyes.
Before she fully regained consciousness, the events that preceded her coma rushed back to her mind.
"What are you doing!"
Ling Man's mother immediately saw Zhang Xiaowei by her side and couldn't help but become tense.
Before Zhang Xiaowei could react, she realized her hands and feet were bound.
"You bastard, let me go!"
Ling Man's mother shouted angrily, and Zhang Xiaowei, too anxious to explain, also started yelling.
"Don't move around!"
But his words were useless; Ling Man's mother couldn't break free and struggled fiercely, raising her upper body.
Having already been furious, she suddenly froze.
Her pants were gone, and as she recalled the time she was unconscious, tears suddenly came streaming down.
"Scoundrel, I'm over fifty years old, and you actually…"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Xiaowei knew she had misunderstood him.
