C25 Isn't It Just Kneeling Down?

Lin Ying'er struggled in despair and pain, her screams piercing the air as she desperately sought to catch the attention of the waitstaff outside.

Meanwhile, Zhou Yali pleaded incessantly, "Mr. Dragon, please, I beg you to let me go. I'll give you all the money—all thirty million!"

"That money was mine to begin with," Mr. Dragon sneered, gripping Zhou Yali's flailing legs