The prolonged wait was torturous, exhausting both mind and body.
Until voices were heard outside the door once more, no one knew whether an hour or two had passed, or perhaps even longer.
"It's quiet already? If she's alive, have her cleaned up and sent to my room later."
"Don't worry boss, I used three times the usual dose, ensuring that woman couldn't make a sound no matter how badly she's hurt."
The vulgar words were nauseating. Qu Tong's half-lowered eyelashes suddenly flared open, fierce eyes hidden in the darkness, like a wolf poised to strike.
"It's a pity for that little one, otherwise, if we took her back, she would keep those maniacs busy for half a year." Du Biao seemed certain the person inside was either dead or injured, and thus unable to hear their conversation, so he didn't bother to lower his voice at all.
