Pei Jiao was still conscious when she was picked up. When she was about to be placed in the car, her consciousness gradually dissipated. Her head was dizzy, and her vision became blurry. That was when she heard the man say—
"Throw her in the trunk."
These cold words almost made Pei Jiao choke on a mouthful of blood. Even so, she still had a trace of hope in her heart, thinking that the person holding her should not be able to bear it. If he really left her in the trunk and bumped along the bumpy road, she, who was only half alive, would die.
"No…" She bit her lip hard and forced herself to wake up. Her fingertips tugged at the clothes of the person hugging her. "Don't-don't throw me…"
The man ignored her words and carried her straight to the trunk. With a thud, Pei Jiao's head hit a protruding object. Pei Jiao completely fainted from the collision.
