In the private room above the bar.
Song Zhi shrank in the corner with fear and trepidation, holding the steaming teacup in her hand. Although her hands and feet were cold, she still refused to drink a sip. It was obvious that she was traumatized by the drug.
She secretly sized up the bald burly man sitting on the sofa. Seeing a trace of blood seeping out of the gauze on his arm, her heart stopped for a moment in fear. She exclaimed, "You're bleeding!"
Sean glanced down and looked away indifferently. "It's fine. It's just a small injury."
"Did I cause it just now?" Song Zhi pursed her lips guiltily.
Just now, this man suddenly barged into the cubicle of the female washroom. After kicking open the door, he started to touch her. She thought that Bai Yao was worried that she would leak the secret and dealt with her along the way. That was why she struggled recklessly and kicked his wound.
