The man's furious roars kept coming from the other room, while Tong Ran was in the kitchen, frantically preparing. She bit into a slice of watermelon, mumbling, "Mo Nanjue, behave, I'm coming right away!"
"Get out here and untie me immediately!"
"If you keep yelling at me, then if you're so capable, untie yourself!"
"Say that again?!"
She insisted, "If you're so capable, untie yourself, go on, untie yourself!"
"..."
Damn it!
Mo Nanjue struggled forcefully with both hands, but his right hand wasn't as strong as it used to be, and the left hand alone was not enough. The key issue was that the rope was a special playful kind that automatically tightens; each movement tightened it further.
Which unscrupulous merchant sells stuff like this?!
Damn, what kind of lousy chair did Chen An buy!
The man wore a grim expression, and thought to himself, Tong Ran, you'd better not untie me, or you'll see how I deal with you!
