Qian Xueying's broken voice was as hoarse as a rusty saw blade, sounding particularly jarring in the empty, silent space, "I know you're in there, now, be a good boy and get out!"
Feeling her way along, hearing Chu Xinqing's sneezing, Qian Xueying immediately rushed nearby.
It was just because she was too far away, she wasn't sure of their exact location, so she used this method to provoke them into making noise, so she could find their position.
Holding a gun in one hand, vigilantly observing the surroundings, Qian Xueying reached for her cell phone with the other hand and dialed the driver's number.
"Come over right away, they're in the office building, on the third floor!"
Inside the room, catching her voice in her ears, Chu Xinqing instinctively shrank her body behind Qiao Liang.
Stretching out his palm, reassuringly patting her back, Qiao Liang carefully leaned close to her ear.
"You hide inside."
