Once Zhao Mengxi finished speaking, she realized what was happening, but it was already too late.
Several burly bodyguards had already surrounded her and covered her mouth.
In the end, we were both taken and put into a car.
They put hoods over our heads, making it impossible for me to see anything along the way.
But when vision fails, hearing becomes especially sensitive.
Zhao Mengxi's hands and feet were bound, and her head was covered just like ours, but unlike us, her mouth wasn't sealed shut.
That guy named Ning and Director Zhang took one car, and the three of us were shoved into a second car. During the ride there, she seemed calm and quiet.
I even started wondering if she grew up accustomed to kidnappings and extortions that they had become just another part of her daily life among the rich and powerful.
It wasn't until we arrived that I realized I had overestimated her.
