Su Yuan was urgently brought back to Jing City, and many excellent psychologists from home and abroad were gathered at the Chong Family's villa.
"Brother, that woman isn't just my imagination... believe me... "
Su Yuan shouted hoarsely.
Several grown men almost couldn't restrain her.
Chong Yongyi felt tremendous pain, seeing his Little Yuan turned into this, he almost rushed into the prison and shot those people one by one with a gun.
Although their situation was worse than death now, no matter how he tortured those people, the harm done to his Little Yuan couldn't be erased.
"I understand, my Little Yuan isn't talking nonsense."
Chong Yongyi said gently, gesturing backward with his hand, and a nurse promptly took the opportunity to pour medicine into Su Yuan's mouth.
Chong Yongyi: "Little Yuan is just feeling unwell, take some medicine, and you'll feel better soon."
Su Yuan struggled violently, she completely didn't understand how things had turned into this situation.