Xia Pengpeng leaned against Hancheng's embrace and looked back, her mind filled with the haunting memories of her recent ordeal.
"Don't be afraid, nothing will happen anymore, it will never happen again!" Hancheng gently comforted.
Xia Pengpeng had calmed down now, but her heart felt somewhat empty.
At that moment, acting on instinct, she had called out for Mu Xingye's name, unaware of how long it would take her to wean herself off him.
"That person, he drew my blood, I don't know what he was going to do with it."
"I'll take you to the hospital to get checked out, and leave the rest to me."
"Mhm." Xia Pengpeng nodded.
Qiangzi and the others were outside, that person likely hadn't escaped, but was under Hancheng's control instead.
Hancheng took Xia Pengpeng to the hospital for some routine checks, and after making sure she was okay, he brought her back to the hotel.
Xia Pengpeng's mind was still preoccupied with that man, further suspecting his motive.
