What was he going to do now?
Haoran had left him in this place without any means of transportation. He waited for hours, thinking he was going to come back—but no.
Guess he was really angry.
Zixuan took his phone out from his pocket, planning to call his mum and tell her what her so-called son-in-law had done.
He was on a dark street a little far from the event hall. One moment it was silent, and the next, a shadow moved fast from the side.
A sharp, nauseating scent hit him before he could turn toward the source. He choked out a muffled sound, stumbling backward as a strong arm hooked around him, yanking him in.
The world spun. His feet barely touched the ground before he was lifted into a van. He was shoved inside, and the door slammed shut.
"What the—" he cursed halfway, but no one gave him a response. A strip of material wrapped around his eyes, tied in a swift knot.
He could see nothing but darkness.
