"Come with me," the other person said, looking at Wang Fei with a hint of envy in their eyes, but more than that, hatred.
"Why should I go with you? I don't even know you," Wang Fei glared at the person and walked around them, heading forward.
"You don't have a choice in this!" the other's ominous voice came from behind.
Wang Fei felt a powerful force bind her, and with a "clatter!" her lunchbox fell to the ground, and darkness swallowed her vision.
The person picked up Wang Fei with ease and moved forward, disappearing from the spot in a few moments.
The sky gradually darkened, and Yang Mujing stopped writing, stretched, took a look at the wall clock, and stood up, heading towards Wang Fei's office.
