"Help! Someone is dying here! Help!"
Seeing that the slapping did not work, Mo Yan immediately kicked the metal sheets. This kick caused the surroundings to tremble.
"Someone! Help!"
She kicked and shouted at the same time, yet no one came.
Mo Yan felt that the person beside her was getting colder and colder. Her heart was racing and her body was trembling.
"Say something. Don't scare me."
Seeing that the young man still did not answer, Mo Yan gritted her teeth and pulled him into her arms. She now suspected that the young man had claustrophobia.
"Don't be afraid, Don't be afraid. I'm with you. You're not alone."
"We'll be out in a while. Trust me."
"Look, I'm here. Can you say something to me?"
Mo Yan spoke in his ear over and over again as she held his cold hands.
"Do you still remember that client I didn't finish telling you about when we were at the villa? She's really amazing..."
