She tolerated the burning heat inside of her body. In her mind, countless heat waves were overlapping.
She wanted to walk forward, but she could hardly stand straight. Earlier on, she had used up almost all of her strength to pushed Zhou Yanyan into the room, protecting herself. Right now, she barely had any strength left.
Ji Nuan raised her red eyes. She could not continue like this!
Her phone was broken, so there was no way to contact the police. She had to rush toward the first floor and think of a way to escape.
From the room behind her came the shrieks of Zhou Yanyan—she sounded like a pig being slaughtered,—the sound of something being slammed over and over, and the unrestrained laughter of several men.
Ji Nuan could not muster up any sympathy for what was happening inside. Step by step, she stumbled toward the elevator.
Someone like Zhou Yanyan deserved this karma.
