"No, no, no, Huo Beijiang, have you lost your mind? You dare to lock me up? Don't forget your identity, don't forget the mission that brought you here!" Ding Jiaqi finally realized she was in trouble and screamed desperately, "If you dare to lock me up, I swear I'll file a complaint against you when I return. I really will complain about you—you can't lock me up."
Huo Beijiang, irritated, waved his hand while the two men escorting Ding Jiaqi sped up their pace. Midway through, Ding Jiaqi caught sight of Nan Fei emerging from Huo Beijiang's room out of the corner of her eye, and she almost exploded on the spot.
"Who is that? Who is she?" Ding Jiaqi shrieked hysterically. "No... Huo Beijiang, you can't treat me like this! Are you blind? How can you let a woman like her into your room? You..."
Before Ding Jiaqi could finish her sentence, someone struck her unconscious with a sharp blow.
