Two bodyguards hauled Xu Hao to his feet and ripped the tape from his mouth. He trembled uncontrollably, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Zhou Mochen.
Xu Su looked at her cousin. He was young, so he probably hadn't been beaten; there wasn't a single mark on his face.
She walked over and held out her hand to Xu Hao. "Give my watch back."
Xu Hao wasn't afraid of her, but with Zhou Mochen nearby, he didn't dare to put on the arrogant act he had that morning. He was scared to death, and his voice trembled. "It's... on my wrist."
At his words, one of the bodyguards behind him slammed both of Xu Hao's hands onto the dining table and shoved up his sleeves. The rose-gold face of the watch on his left wrist glittered in the light.
