"Why did you bring her out?"
"She said she had a stomach ache and needed to relieve herself. I'll keep an eye on her, you go inside and watch that person."
The man glanced at Qin Miaomiao and walked into the warehouse.
"What are you looking at? There's a tree over there, go relieve yourself quickly."
Qin Miaomiao was pushed by him, stumbling to a small tree, her eyes couldn't help but glance at the man watching her, "Don't stare at me, I can't relieve myself."
"Stop talking, hurry up!"
Rong Lan found a small blade for self-defense, and also found a stick longer than the previous one for protection. He was always in a state of tension and pressure, which made his already weak heart feel more and more oppressed.
He began to pant heavily, clutching his chest, feeling his heart racing with no sign of calming down. He suppressed the discomfort in his heart and muttered to himself, "Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer..."
