Duan Liangcai led Qin Yi through a few turns and arrived at a slightly illuminated factory building.
Just as Qin Yi was about to enter, he felt a tug on his clothes and instinctively turned around to look.
Duan Yiyi looked at him pitifully, "Dear husband, if my dad beats me, you have to protect me."
Qin Yi couldn't help but laugh; Duan Yiyi is not the kind of person who is afraid of trouble, and seeing her with such an expression really makes it hard for him to believe she is truly scared.
The three of them walked inside.
The factory was not large, filled with a muddy smell in the air. Against the wall stood a broken-legged table with leftover food on it.
A bulb the size of an egg hung from the ceiling, emitting a dim light.
Three men, looking as if they were sick ghosts and with emaciated bodies, lay in the corner, bound by black iron chains, their mouths sealed with strong tape.
Duan Xinyuan stood by the window.
