Her plan was too hasty, and before its implementation, Xia Xinyu wasn't without thoughts that her parents might be in danger. However, at this point, she could no longer afford to worry about that.
Moreover, perhaps her father was just routinely inquiring about her safety?
When her cell phone finally fell silent, Xia Xinyu made a tough decision and chose to turn it off.
She stood up and walked to where Su Zixi and He Ziyi were being held—their room was guarded by a dozen men.
The man with a scar on his face, who was leading them, came over: "Miss Xia."
"Are they still behaving?"
The scar-faced man nodded: "They're behaving, mostly."
Xia Xinyu nodded, about to heave a sigh of relief, when she saw all the men who had been lounging about suddenly stand up, their weapons at the ready with a vigilant stance.
Feeling a lurch in her heart, Xia Xinyu quickly turned around, only to see three men climbing over the half-collapsed surrounding wall heading their way.
