Heather was pushed, falling in front of a table about six or seven meters long next to them. She lay there, pressing down with one hand, unable to move the other hand at all.
"Sister Weiwei..."
Compared to Heather's treatment, Qianxun's situation was quite good. She hadn't been mistreated at all; at most, her wrists might have a bit of chafing from the cuffs.
Heather turned her face and even smiled at her, "I'm okay, don't worry."
How can you not worry!?
She looked awful!
Everything was wrong!
What should they do...
If these people were even able to handle Heather, how could the two of them possibly escape from here?
"Mrs. Gu, rest assured, I won't do anything to you. I only invited you over today to show you a little performance and then have you relay it to Mr. Li," Night Hawk said, walking up behind Heather and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
Qianxun's heartbeat was racing, watching the scene unfold before her, uncertain of what to do.
