But he hadn't done anything to her yet, so a tiny foolish hope still clung to her heart.
Tears covered her cheeks and her pitiful expression like rain-soaked flowers.
She hoped her face could win her even the smallest bit of mercy from Ding Yixin.
But the moment Rong Xingyu ran back into the restroom, whatever remaining value she had also disappeared.
Ding Yixin lifted his eyes and glanced toward the corner.
He didn't even need to speak.
A man standing in the shadows stepped forward covering her mouth and locked his thick arm around her throat.
The woman's eyes widened with terror.
She didn't even have time to let out a sound before she was dragged away.
Despair and regret swallowed her whole.
In her heart she screamed.
If she had known...
if she had known...
This smiling man was actually the most terrifying one.
...
A small flame of anger burned in Rong Xingyu's chest.
He pressed his lips together, his face was dark and tense.
