The bodyguard, holding a cellphone, dialed Zuo Xingyun's number and put it to Xiang Wan's ear. The call connected quickly.
"Hello?"
Listening to Zuo Xingyun's deep voice coming through, Xiang Wan's eyes welled up with tears, and she bit her lips hard, remaining silent.
Mu Zi'an grew impatient, 'Speak when you're fucking told! Want to die, is that it?!'
Xiang Wan feared death, greatly so, but she felt that Zuo Xingyun wouldn't be foolish enough to come alone for her, so she preferred to harbor no hopes at all, finding it better than ultimate disappointment.
She defiantly turned her face away and clenched her teeth without saying a word, but the bodyguard pinned her down to the bed, and a loud slap landed on her fair cheek, immediately leaving a red and swollen mark of fingers.
"Speak when you're told!" the bodyguard shouted from the side.
Xiang Wan felt such pain that tears spun in her eyes, her face burning hot, yet she stubbornly refused to comply or scream out in pain.
