Yinyin's words left Zhao Yiyi speechless.
Indeed.
Just as Yinyin had said.
She understood her father too well.
In his eyes, nothing was more important than power and interests.
If he had to choose between her and power,
without a doubt, Zhao Yiping would choose the latter.
Seeing that Zhao Yiyi was at a loss for words,
Yinyin waved her hand.
She said, "Execute the family punishment!"
One of the men retrieved a bundle of rope.
Others lifted Zhao Yiyi onto the bed and tied her hands and feet to the bedposts with the rope.
Everyone thought Zhao Yiyi would struggle.
But to their surprise, during the process, her eyes were empty, filled with despair, and even though she did not cooperate, she did not put up much resistance either.
Because she knew that any resistance at this moment would be futile.
And so,
Zhao Yiyi was bound in a spread-eagle position on the bed.
Two men stood to the left and right,
their eyes shining with lecherous light.
