Ning Anran couldn't feel the cold at this moment, only the despair of life.
Her life was completely ruined, humiliated by Mr. Xiaojiu's subordinates like this, she couldn't possibly return to Mr. Xiaojiu's side.
She hated, hated Mu Xiaojiu for being so indifferent to her.
Hated Baili Xia even more; if it weren't for this despicable woman, Mr. Xiaojiu would never treat her this way.
As night fell, the light in the dungeon vanished completely, becoming utterly dark.
Ning Anran groped around, picking up her clothes torn by those men from the table and putting them on.
Mr. Xiaojiu said that after the punishment, she would be thrown into the sea.
Could tomorrow be the end of her life?
...
Tonight, the weather was already somewhat gloomy, even less so without a trace of moonlight.
The sky was frighteningly dark.
Two beams of light pierced through the dark; a car slowly drove into a villa in the suburbs.
