Wang Yanmei truly didn't have a spare key.
Liu Erlong wasn't foolish; how could he let Wang Yanmei keep a spare key?
What Wu Hua was doing now, Liu Erlong had already done long before.
He used threats and inducements to get all the keys from Wang Yanmei.
At this moment, Wang Yanmei was genuinely desperate. She cried and knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing and sobbing: "Wu Hua, I really don't have a spare key. All the keys are with Liu Erlong. Please, let my daughter go. Whatever you want to do, come at me, I beg you, please."
"Damn it, do you really think I don't dare to kill?"
Wu Hua roared with rage, violence brewing within, and he suddenly stabbed Liu Chang's hand with a knife.
"Ah—"
Liu Chang screamed in agony.
Painful tears streamed down her pale face.
"Xiaochang!"
Wang Yanmei's face turned ashen with fear; she scrambled up and charged at Wu Hua desperately.
