Rong Yan finally heard her familiar language and immediately focused her attention.
"No way, we left breathing holes for her."
The woman who had just spoken cursed irritably, "What do you know? Oriental girls are as fragile as chicks; a slight touch and they'll fall apart. Those breathing holes are fine for us, but for her... it's hard to say."
"I left seven or eight breathing holes, enough for three or four people to breathe."
"Stop yapping and open the box quickly, let me see."
Footsteps gradually surrounded them.
Rong Yan heard a man speaking with impatience in broken Hua Country language, "You women are so troublesome!"
"What did you say?" The female voice seemed to ignite, like an erupting volcano.
The man didn't dare provoke her and mumbled as he changed the subject, "It's open, look for yourself. The little chick will be fine, definitely still alive."
When the light came flooding in, Rong Yan held her breath and closed her eyes.
