Just then, Zhao Yuting entered, bringing in coffee. She had changed into office lady attire, wearing a white blouse with a pair of stockings. With her slight baby fat, she appeared pure yet sexy, exuding great charm.
However, seeing how she appeared to be on the verge of tears, it was clear she was not in a good mood.
Zhao Yuting's mind was in a total daze.
'How did it become like this?
'Kidnapping Song Clan's Young Miss?
'Then won't I be considered an accomplice as well?
'I've become a kidnapper?
'If I'm caught, for how many years will I be behind bars?
'Am I going to jail?'
Her mind was in a complete mess, and a bitter expression covered her face.
As an ordinary person in society, Zhao Yuting, as well as Fang Xingyue and the others, had a natural fear toward the state apparatus. To them, Fang Xingjian's way of doing things was going against the country and was courting death.
