Qin Guo squatted down, reducing the gap between her and An Xiaoning even more. With her face full of makeup, she smirked as she remarked, "Ms. An, this is not a place where you can still act tough. I know you're incredible, but now that you're in our hands, you have no power at all, of any sort. You should act wisely and listen to us for your own sake, to prevent any suffering."
An Xiaoning did not answer. She knew clearly that she had no freedom now and could only allow herself to be controlled by others.
Seeing that she had taken in her words, Qin Guo stood up and sat on a corner of the sofa, crossing her legs. She seemed to be waiting for something.
An Xiaoning, on the other hand, sat on the floor. Her back was still aching vaguely from that kick she received.
The room was exceptionally cold, and there was no heater at all.
Furthermore, the icy cold floor had no carpet. She was freezing after she had sat there for a long time.
