"But," Chi Ying was in a panic, trying to say more, but she realized the other person had already hung up the phone.
Emma!
They were pushing her to her death!
"If I have to die, then so be it." Chi Ying put away her phone, swallowed hard, and, bracing herself, opened the door of the toilet stall, determined to act immediately—who was she afraid of?
"Are all the people here?" Seeing the professors and experts coming out one by one, carrying medical tools, Si Chen asked impatiently.
There were already a pile of cigarette butts at his feet.
"Yes, Fourth Master, we can set out at any time." His subordinate confirmed, and immediately reported back.
"Then what are you waiting for, are we not leaving soon?" Si Chen snorted coldly, put out the cigarette in his hand, and turned towards the elevator.
"But, young master, Miss Chi has not come out yet!" The subordinate cautiously reminded him.
