Han Qingya's expression was determined, her gaze sincere as she pointed toward the changing room.
Upon hearing these words, several of the bodyguard housewives didn't even think before rushing in, with not the slightest doubt. They arrived here to try and see if they could find any clues, but ultimately discovered nothing.
At that moment, on the ground, Zhao Xueying was sitting, her complexion pained, a face so bitter she was nearly in tears.
"Fucking lunatic, goddamn blind as fuck when running. Truly fucking blind!"
Feeling wronged, Zhao Xueying looked miserable as she patted the dirt off herself and slowly stood up.
The suited bodyguards nearby, having found no one, then turned their gaze toward Zhao Xueying.
"What's going on? Did you see a woman being carried by another man wearing our kind of clothes just now?"
Frowning, with an annoyed look on their faces.
"So what if I saw? They fucking ran out from here."
