"Ah!"
Ji Jiaxin was startled.
"That's my telephone watch, how could you throw it away?"
"If I don't throw it away, do you think we should wait for someone to track your location? Listen here, little girl, don't take me for a fool. I've done this many times before and I have experience!"
After speaking, she sinisterly patted Ji Jiaxin's cheek, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.
"If you do as I say and be good, I'll let you live. But if you keep complaining, I'll start with you."
With that threat issued, Ji Jiaxin dared not complain any further.
She could only look at her telephone watch feeling wronged, scared yet also very reluctant to part with it.
It was, after all, a gift from her mother.
It wasn't just Ji Jiaxin who felt sad; the middle-aged woman was also reluctant to let it go.
