"Reason?" one of them grinned wickedly, "If we tell you the reason, will you obediently come with us?"
Yan Qianyi leaned casually against the car door, arms crossed with her right hand on her chin, pondering for a moment, "Hmm... I might consider it."
Another said, "We specialize in surrogacy, and since your fertility is rated S, we need you. Just cooperate with us, and we won't hurt you."
"I see..." Yan Qianyi nodded, understanding.
It appears neither Mu Zicheng nor Han Yarong sent them.
Before becoming comatose, she had wiped out a surrogacy organization.
Such 'surrogacy' is nothing more than human trafficking.
It's true that such criminals can never be completely eradicated.
Yan Qianyi chuckled sarcastically, "Idiots."
"What?"
"You spill your guts at the drop of a hat. You're so brainless, yet you dare to be a trafficker?"
"You! Bitch!" The man was furious.
