"Who are you? What are you doing?"
"Hehe, little beauty, I am your husband." The man who walked in wasn't ugly, just not very well-dressed, and on top of being older and not caring for personal hygiene, he appeared especially slovenly.
Under normal circumstances, Qian Xiaoqing wouldn't spare such a man a second glance, but today this man was her "husband." What kind of joke was this?
"Get out of here! Where is this? Let me go."
Qian Xiaoqing had a bad feeling and wanted to run away, but her hands and feet had been tied up, rendering her unable to move.
"I can't let you go," the old man chuckled. "But if you follow me from now on, I will treat you well."
"Bullshit, with your nasty look, I'd rather die than follow you." Qian Xiaoqing looked around in fear and began to shout loudly, "Help! Somebody help!"
