"What are you talking about? Chang Chi, Shang Yin, and what kidnapper," Hang Yishao's hand reached Su Ziceng's forehead. The spot his hand touched was covered in cold sweat.
Hang Yishao looked around again, the unfamiliar surroundings and the decaying wooden hut beneath his feet, made him realize that things were not simple. Could it really be that woman Chang Chi, out of love turned to hate, had someone kidnap him.
"What a mess," Hang Yishao thought, his good mood about showcasing his treasure all disrupted. This incident had thrown his plans for a romantic proposal into disarray.
"We need to leave quickly," Su Ziceng said, pulling Hang Yishao towards the door. Her foot was still lame. Hang Yishao moved his limbs, pulled Su Ziceng back, ignoring her struggles, and picked her up in his arms.
They had just taken a few steps when a car light shone from the mountain road. Shang Yin's car was still parked beside the hut, so who could it be coming from the mountain road?
