Qin Youxuan slowly retreated back to her room.
She scanned the room, her final gaze fixating on the suitcase she had brought from the Qin family's home.
She didn't know what the other party wanted her to do.
But with Dan Hanjie's life hanging in the balance, even knowing it could be dangerous, she had no choice but to proceed.
She couldn't risk, she couldn't afford to lose...
[Pack your recently-worn clothes, fill the suitcase.]
[Why do I need to pack clothes?]
Qin Youxuan pondered, tentatively sending a text message on her cell phone.
There was no reply.
Moreover, every time the other party sent her a text message, they would change the number.
They were exceedingly cautious.
Having no other option, Qin Youxuan gritted her teeth, acting as instructed, and stuffed a few sets of clothes into the suitcase.
The image of the injured Dan Hanjie kept haunting her mind….
