The car sped through New York City, and everything around her was the face of the city that Anhao had never seen before.
However, the pedestrians and cars passing by would never have imagined that there was a woman in this high-class Hummer with her hands and feet tied up. The wound on her back was already bleeding. Her body had long been overloaded, and her body was covered in cold sweat. She relied on the pain all over her body to barely keep herself from fainting.
However, her consciousness had gradually dissipated, and she could only look at the scenery that quickly passed by outside the car window.
New York?
Was this place very close to the An family's awe-stricken area?
She had finally gotten close to her true roots, but she did not expect to use such a method.
