"Yo~"
Wang Xiaowan's voice rose from behind Cui Qiao, her footsteps approaching from far to near.
Cui Qiao paused, her heart pounding like a drum, relentlessly thumping.
She sharply sensed that she had been set up by Wang Xiaowan.
But the question was, because of whom?
Cui Qiao was baffled. Before she could ponder further, Wang Xiaowan was already standing in front of her.
She sat in the chair, her mouth sealed with tape, unable to make a sound. After adapting to the darkness, she could barely make out a few things.
When her vision cleared, she was startled to find that it was indeed Wang Xiaowan in front of her.
At that moment, Wang Xiaowan wore a sinister smile, her hair hanging over her shoulders, dressed in a white coat with black stockings on her legs and high heels on her feet.
Each gesture she made was seductive, and most men would likely fall under the spell of her feminine charm.
But now, in this mortuary, the presence of Wang Xiaowan spelled danger.
