Yan Xiaye lay helpless, allowing herself to be dragged, her tender lips devoid of any color.
Under Yin Baiyan's eyes, filled with barely suppressed anxiety, she struggled to muster a faint smile and with her last bit of strength, mouthed to him to go back.
It was her mistake to have loved Li Beicheng that led to this day's retribution.
And Yin Baiyan had done nothing wrong. In a place like hell, no matter how scared she was, she shouldn't selfishly drag him down with her.
Watching as Yan Xiaye vanished into that dilapidated and gloomy house, Yin Baiyan didn't care about Yan Shuirou's safety, clenching his fist he gritted his teeth and spat out the password.
Given the current situation, if he could report what he had seen and heard to Li Yuntang in the shortest amount of time, perhaps that man could come up with some clever plan.
Suddenly, a strong force struck him from behind, and he fell into unconsciousness.
