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lment was futile.He swiftly drew out his belt, and somehow, in a matter of seconds, he easily bound her hands with it, hoisting her high above his head. This pose, resembling Jesus's crucifixion, made...ly. He was furious, furious at his son's stubbornness!"You--you little rascal!"Jiang Cheng stood up as if his fighting spirit had returned in an instant, a faint smile on his lips."Alright, Dad, you c...