Hotel suite.
Jian Yue and the other woman curled up in the corner, shivering.
Compared to Jian Yue's face full of terror, her best friend Xu Tong, though equally frightened, was also attentive to the expressions of the other people in the room.
This group of men in black suits had forcibly taken them from the workshop, their attitude along the way was extremely rude and domineering, any slight resistance was met with a slap.
Even,
If it weren't for the rules, they would have been violated long ago.
The situation began to change with a phone call.
The call seemed to mention a particularly terrifying name, causing the men in black suits to change their demeanor and refrain from touching them.
They even found coats for them to wear.
One of them even stopped Fatty Quan from trying to treat Jian Yue as "goods," but they didn't release them, as if they were waiting for something.
Time slowly passed.
The atmosphere in the room began to shift.
