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Exactly how she got back to the apartment, Jiayi couldn't quite remember.
She only remembered being hoisted up outside the restroom at Qiangui by that man and then entering the elevator.
She pounded and hit him, but the damned man was like an impenetrable wall, just furrowed his brow slightly and didn't seem to feel any pain at all.
In the end, it was she who was exhausted to death, her little hands aching; she could only bitterly bite his shoulder through his shirt and then chose to give up.
Dazed, she was taken down the building and then thrown into the car.
"Drive," he commanded like a sovereign, and with that single command, George started the engine, and the car sped off swiftly.
By the time they got to the apartment, it was already evening.
