"I don't even feel like talking to you." The funniest-looking kidnapper, clearly disliked, snorted and turned his head away.
Rong Yan noticed him glancing in her direction.
Not long after, his incessant chatter broke the silence in the car again, "Hey, why isn't this hostage making a fuss?"
Rong Yan: "..."
"On TV shows, women who get kidnapped usually cry and scream, begging us to let them go. Why isn't she reacting at all?"
As if just asking wasn't enough, he jabbed the person next to him with his elbow, completely forgetting his claim about not wanting to talk earlier.
The man next to him, who had been elbowed, was surprisingly composed. He glanced at Rong Yan before shrugging it off, saying, "Why do you care so much? If she isn't causing trouble, all the better. Either way, even if she begged us to release her, we wouldn't. Saves us the headache of hearing her yap away. Stop talking to her. I reckon she's got tricks up her sleeve and might be scheming to escape."
"Oh."
