As long as there are guards, these people wouldn't dare do anything to her.
Zhuo Lin still felt the pain in her back.
She felt anxious and uneasy, her mind was blank, with only one thought: Hurry, hurry.
"Help..."
As her scream echoed, she immediately realized her estimation was wrong when two people rushed over, hitting her leg hard with sticks. She only heard a crack, and the pain made Zhuo Lin faint instantly.
She vaguely heard someone shouting in the darkness.
The sound of footsteps kept coming, and she passed out.
Jiang Shaoqing picked up the phone. The company meeting had actually ended long ago. He used an excuse his mother couldn't refuse, and he knew it was unfair to Zhuo Lin. But that was Zhuo Lin, a woman who could argue fiercely with him, who could stand up to him as an equal. She wasn't a delicate flower; she was Zhuo Lin.
