"Thinking about how to escape?"
The woman's voice was filled with cold mockery, laughing at her for overestimating her capabilities, "Lady Wen, you can't escape."
After speaking, Du Jieyu shifted her gaze away from Wen Jiaren's face to her own beautifully manicured nails. Her fiery red lips slightly parted as she spoke to the two men standing behind Wen Jiaren, "You two, take good care of Lady Wen for me. Don't lose your manners."
"Yes, Elder Du."
The two men nodded emotionlessly, like cold machines.
One of them took a whip down from the wall and approached her, while the other brought over a basin of water.
Wen Jiaren looked at the whip in the man's hand and asked Du Jieyu, "Is there nothing but violence left in Miss Du's heart? If I'm not mistaken, you should be Du Guosheng's daughter, right? What do you want to find out from me?"
