Previously arrogant and gloating, Su Ziye was now utterly panicked. She clung to Su Ke's arm as large tears streamed down her face.
The thought of Shen Fanyun's parting words—a ten-year prison sentence—made her even more distraught. She came from a prestigious, wealthy family. How could she, a pampered and privileged young woman, spend a decade in such a filthy, squalid place? Forget ten years; even a single day would be unbearable for her.
"Su Ziye, you incited a kidnapping. Although you ceased further action and prevented a greater tragedy, your actions have already broken the law."
"Now, I am officially taking you into custody. I hope you will cooperate!"
Chen Lie's icy tone echoed in Su Ziye's ears.
"Grandfather."
"Grandfather, you have to save me! I don't want to go! I don't want to go to that place!"
Su Ziye's legs gave out, and she knelt right in front of Su Ke.
