Yang Yuetong's face was deathly pale and her body shook uncontrollably.
She truly didn't understand whom she had offended to deserve this treatment!
As she watched the men approaching her, Yang Yuetong's heart was filled with despair, "Even if I die, I won't suffer this humiliation!"
Yang Yuetong glanced around to see if there was a suitable knife or a pair of scissors to end it all.
Just then, a knock on the door suddenly sounded outside, "Yuetong, I just realized you left your phone at my place when we split up. Open the door and I'll return it to you."
"It's Yang Yu! Why is he here?" Hearing this voice, Yang Yuetong didn't know what to do.
On one hand, she hoped Yang Yu could rescue her.
But on the other, she feared that Yang Yu would be in danger.
Moreover, her phone was in her bag, not left behind at all; what was he trying to do, visit her home at this time?
Please, today of all days is not the time for house calls; this is seeking death!
