Jian Xi emerged feeling as if she had narrowly escaped death. She knew she had to leave this place quickly and stay away from Si Yuhuan to remain safe.
In the underground parking garage, Jian Xi tried to start the car several times, but each time it inexplicably died. She got out and walked around the car. When she saw the exhaust pipe, she wondered which despicable person had actually blocked it with a towel. A sense of foreboding unexpectedly rose in her heart, and she turned to run.
A man with his face covered approached her. He struck her with a swift chop to the neck, and before Jian Xi could make any sound, she was knocked unconscious.
When Jian Xi came to again, she found herself lying on an iron bed. The air was thick with the musty smell of rust and a pungent medicinal odor. Her neck ached. She tried to rise groggily but realized she couldn't move at all.
"HAHAHA..."
A familiar laugh approached.
Jian Xi's vision gradually cleared, and she saw Jiang Qimeng opposite her.
