After doing this, she heaved a sigh of relief and lifted Song Zhi's chin. "Just stay here obediently. After I'm done, I'll come back and let you go."
Song Zhi's eyes widened. She struggled with all her might, but not only did the rope not loosen, but it also left a bloody mark on her wrist. It looked shocking and painful.
After Bai Yao left, Song Zhi was completely locked in the cubicle. Her hands and feet were tied with ropes, so she could only shrink her hands as much as possible and whimper, praying that the people coming to the washroom outside could hear her.
However, as soon as it was time in the bar, deafening music suddenly sounded on the dance floor. Many people shouted and twisted their bodies to party, completely drowning her weak voice.
Chen Zong stuffed Shi Man into the backseat of the car and impatiently instructed the chauffeur to drive.
