The muscular man was actually taken aback by Yao Qing's words.
By all logic, a young girl suddenly taken hostage by such a clandestine kidnapping would feel fear, and likely have pleas and sorrow as well, but her face was devoid of any such expressions, her calmness bizarrely causing him to feel a chill down his spine.
"Not being scared is good, we mean you no harm," he said.
Yao Qing withdrew her gaze from his face.
She closed her eyes, her mind retracing the tax formulas she had seen earlier.
— "If you don't work hard today, you'll be garbage tomorrow."
This silence persisted for quite some time. The agreed time with the buyer was 2:30 in the afternoon, and Yao Qing hadn't been abducted past three o'clock.
But now, at least four hours had passed because the sun was about to set.
This area was rarely trodden, almost devoid of people, with a distant landscape faintly visible through the window.
