Leng Xuan impatiently glared at Ah-Fei and said, "What can I do if you don't believe me?"
Although Ah-Fei still had some doubts, he also retained a sliver of hope, so he dared not say anything more and directly led the way.
In the middle of the rapeseed field, there was a shed cluttered with a pile of furniture and a broken bed, a place for farmers to rest and store farm tools under normal circumstances.
At this moment, Zhou Li's hands and feet were bound by Ah-Fei with rope, lying on the bed like a curled shrimp, a towel usually used by farmers to wipe sweat stuffed in her mouth, tears squeezing out like running water.
Suddenly, a series of footsteps approached, and the girl instinctively shrank her body, humming with fear across her face, thinking it was Ah-Fei returning—only to realize that the person entering was actually Leng Xuan.
Instantly, Zhou Li's eyes reddened, expressing her grievance, and she made humming noises through her nose, her intentions unclear.
