After being pushed into the car, Xia Zihao was not seen. The car was already driving quickly.
Yu Yuanyuan was a little scared. She slapped the glass and shouted, "Where is the young master? Where has the young master gone?"
There were only two big men in the car. One was driving in front, and the other was sitting next to her, as if to guard against what she would do.
But no matter how she yelled or made trouble, they kept their mouths tightly shut and didn't say a word.
The car was driving fast, shuttling through the night. Yu Yuanyuan had already driven away when she couldn't see the road clearly. After driving for a while, the speed of the car gradually slowed down.
But...it's actually the way up the mountain?
Where on earth are they taking her???
"Where are you taking me? I want to see the young master."
This time they answered quickly and said stiffly: "You will be able to see the young master soon."
Yu Yuanyuan calmed down and looked at the road up the mountain. She suddenly realized that it was the villa that Xia Zihao brought her to last time. What on earth did the young master want to do?
Although she had the spirit of looking forward to death just now, she had just come back from the hell gate. Now she was scared and couldn't calm down anymore.
The car finally arrived, and Yu Yuanyuan was taken into the villa. The villa was brightly lit, but there was no one there. The two big men still held her
He sat her down on a chair, then took out a thick rope and tied her hands and feet to the chair.
Yu Yuanyuan struggled desperately, but she could not withstand the strength of the two big men. In the end, she was tied to a chair and only her neck could move.
Unknown fear crept into her heart, Yu Yuanyuan felt like a dark wind behind her, and she suddenly screamed
"Help-"
Even if no one comes to save her, it can relieve her inner fear. What on earth is the young master going to do?
Her hands and feet were struggling, the thick rope rubbed against her skin, and her fair skin overflowed with traces of blood. Yu Yuanyuan's throat was already hoarse, and she couldn't scream this time.
The big man had already gone out, and her voice was the only one echoing in the empty room around her. It was like a shrill scream like a ghost, which was creepy.