Song Xuetong nodded in fear and quickly grabbed the pen from the table, nodding vigorously at the people around her.
"Aren't you going to sign it?"
Song Xuetong immediately signed her name and pressed her thumbprint beside it!
Now in Xia Pengpeng's hands, if she didn't comply with their demands, she didn't know what other harm she might suffer—or what else these people might do!
The recent threat had filled Song Xuetong with profound fear from the depths of her heart!
The moment Song Xuetong finished signing her name, someone picked her up and threw her into another room.
"Keep a close watch!"
"Yes!"
...
Tonight, as Qiao Yucong had said, many people couldn't sleep.
Wei Lingyu sat in a corner of the private room, the cigarette between his fingers bright one moment, dim the next. A man stood in front of Wei Lingyu, obviously frightened.
The room's lighting was dim, with Wei Lingyu's figure just within the shadows, his emotions unreadable.
