Damn it!
Yuanya knew something was wrong. The next second, her phone was snatched away by a man and forcibly switched off!
"Give it back to me….." she said weakly, unable to muster any strength.
The man ignored her, half dragging, half pulling her inside.
There was no one in the coffee shop, the owner was nowhere to be found.
Yuanya was escorted by two men to the farthest corner of the shop, and then they let her go.
As she got up and was about to rush out—
At that moment, there was the rhythmic and relaxing sound of high heels tapping on the floor.
It was unhurried and carried a hint of elegance.
Yuanya halted her steps abruptly.
A magnificent woman came into her view.
She was wearing a moon-white qipao, beautifully fitted.
The qipao was embroidered with delicate roses, adding a dash of brightness to its plain color with its lifelike details and exquisite embroidery.
Each of her steps seemed to be measured, neither too large nor too small, perfectly consistent.
