When Shi Qianxi regained consciousness, she found herself in a construction site.
The surroundings were pitch-black, dirty, and sinister, with only the faint moonlight vaguely casting in.
She sat on the concrete floor, her stockings and skirt all covered in dust, and subconsciously tried to stand up, but couldn't move at all.
Her hands were tied behind her to a stone pillar.
"Miss Shi, don't move around. If you hurt your precious body, that wouldn't be good,"
a deep voice came from the shadows.
Shi Qianxi suddenly looked up.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing?!"
The man who stepped out of the shadows was the same owner of the Passat from before.
Obviously.
This was not a simple car accident.
"Of course, I do."
The burly man chuckled, then slowly squatted down.
Shi Qianxi hastily drew her legs back.
Although she was arrogant and haughty, she didn't seem to be fearless; at least now, she appeared to be slightly panicked.
