A man around thirty years old, with a knife scar at the corner of his eye, walked in, followed by two burly men.
"Hey, girl, you're awake?" The man looked at her, raising an eyebrow as he spoke.
Xia Xiaonuan quickly shrank back and asked warily, "Who are you? Why did you capture me?"
The man walked up to her, squatted down, extended his hand, and lifted her chin.
"Your name is Xia Xiaonuan, right?" he asked viciously.
Xia Xiaonuan was stunned.
"You know me? Why did you capture me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the man suddenly swung his hand and slapped her hard across the face.
"Bitch—!" he cursed viciously.
Xia Xiaonuan turned her head in pain, her mouth tasted sweet and metallic, blood oozed from her mouth.
She raised her eyes and glared at the man.
He raised his hand and slapped her hard on her right cheek again.
"My sister was killed by you, bitch! Xia Xiaonuan, aren't you very capable? Very proud, huh? Didn't expect to fall into my hands one day, did you?"
