The three-story building was a little old. It was surrounded by either a small forest or shrubs. It looked like no one had taken care of it for a long time.
The car drove into the tree-lined path and stopped about 20 to 30 meters away from the villa.
Song Qingyu wanted to see if there was anyone else guarding the car, but four strong men came out from behind the bushes and surrounded the car.
Rubbing the butterfly knives in her pocket, Song Qingyu wasn't sure if these people wanted to test her strength or if they thought she would surrender, but she had to do it.
How could she save him if he tied her up right away?
"Where's my dad?" Song Qingyu asked warily as she opened the car door and walked out. I'm already here. Shouldn't you let him go?"
The four people obviously did not take her seriously. When they saw her get out of the car, they could not wait to get closer.
One of them even smiled maliciously.
