Pei Wen suddenly felt scared, he had known a man for ten years, yet he had never even seen his face—what a terrifying thing that was.
As panic slowly brewed in his heart, Pei Wen felt that his good days were probably coming to an end.
"What does his silhouette look like? What about his voice?" An Yiqing was surprised for a moment, then continued to ask.
"He, he... he..." Pei Wen was somewhat incoherent, trembling even more severely out of fear, "He is very tall, probably around one meter eighty... has a somewhat, somewhat slim figure... He... Ah! Ah!..."
Pei Wen didn't finish his sentence when he suddenly groaned in pain and convulsed, collapsing onto the ground.
An Yiqing's face turned cold, signaling Zhang Yufeng to find a jailer to unlock and open the door.
A moment later, the cell door opened, and An Yiqing strode in, pulled gloves from her bag, and slid them on before grasping Pei Wen's wrist firmly.
"Miss, what's wrong with him?" Zhang Yufeng asked anxiously.
