Two hours later
In a certain nightclub
Yan Xia nervously tugged at her tightly fitted cheongsam, a gloomy look on her face.
Across from her, a middle-aged woman chuckled, clapping her hands together, "My, you've got good basics, you're completely transformed with this makeup."
Yan Xia clenched her fists, turning her face away.
An hour ago, the people who captured her brought her to the nightclub, saying that as long as she pleased their boss, they would let Yan Huan go unharmed.
She tried to escape, but was caught and brought back. All her belongings were gone, she couldn't even call the police.
"Alright, you're a sensible person, so go and do what you need to do now." The middle-aged woman reached out her hand to lead Yan Xia away.
Yan Xia discreetly scanned her surroundings, regret welling up within her.
She wishes that she had told Yu Han about it, or at least contacted Feng Lang. Then she would not have ended up in such a passive situation.
