Fu Shinian was deeply annoyed by Qin Nianwan's emotions, which were clearly inappropriate in the moment. However, the initiative was not in his hands now—Qiqi was still in hers, and Fu Shinian dared not speak too harshly. His impatience was evident as he strode toward the porthole of the cabin, gazing out at the restless sea to calm his mood.
Qin Nianwan stared dazedly at Fu Shinian for a moment before speaking:
"Your daughter, I didn't bring her here."
Finally touching on the main subject, Fu Shinian turned to look at Qin Nianwan. "Where is she?"
"Want to know?" Qin Nianwan chuckled, "Sit over there."
Fu Shinian glanced at the chair Qin Nianwan gestured toward. One armrest was equipped with a handcuff—one side secured to the chair, the other open. If Fu Shinian's intuition was correct, Qin Nianwan expected him to voluntarily sit down and handcuff himself.
