Facing three drugged men, she would definitely die.
An Yao looked at them with hope in her eyes and begged them.
However, none of the three men had the intention to spare her.
"Spare you? An Yao, this is your own sin, you have to bear it yourself."
An Yao shook her head. Because she was retreating too quickly, she tripped over Zhang He's leg.
Ah, the next moment, she tripped and fell to the ground.
At this moment, an Yao felt extreme despair.
She looked at Wen Muchu, who had yet to leave, with tears all over her face.
She was hysterical as she shouted at Wen Muchu, " Wen Muchu, save me! Save me, Qianqian!
Wen Muchu's eyes casually glanced at an Yao's side and saw three men surrounding an Yao like ferocious beasts.
An Yao's cries for help continued to ring out.
"Wen Muchu, I was wrong. I shouldn't have treated Lan Xiao like this. I was really wrong. Please save me."
