"Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you. Half a month ago near the noodle shop, did someone give you something? Now, where is it?"
Ye Huan didn't speak but looked at him with frightened eyes.
He was very tall, and she only reached his shoulder. He wore a long robe and a hat. Although the brim was pulled down low, she could still see below his nose. He didn't seem very old, but his hand was covered in thick calluses, confirming through her study that this person frequently carried a gun.
"Who are you? I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just a student. Please let me go. I don't know anything."
Although he released her mouth, he still held onto her shoulder.
She didn't dare to appear too brave, so her eyes were full of fear, and her expression was one of panic and anxiety.
"Classmate, you know what I'm talking about. You didn't end up at that noodle shop by coincidence today, did you?"
