Yan Luoxi hastily ended the call and didn't hear Li Yeqi's confession. She curled up into a ball, staring in panic at the tightly closed door.
She had moved all the cabinets and chairs in the room to block the door.
As time ticked away, there was still no movement from the door. She dared not go out, fearing she might run into the returning kidnappers. Li Yeqi had told her to wait for him—would he go back on his word?
If he knew she was Fu Xuan's daughter, he might even want to kill her. How could he possibly come to save her?
Yan Luoxi hugged herself tightly, as if the darkness surrounding her was about to swallow her whole. In despair, she even thought that it might be better to be dead than to continue suffering so much.
But she was so young, her career had just begun, and her future held endless possibilities. And then there was Tian Niuniu—if she found out about her death, she would definitely dig up her grave and forbid her to die.
