Another man reached over and yanked down the neckline of her gown, exposing the raw rope burns across her collarbones and shoulders.
She tried to turn away, to hide what little dignity she had left, but her restraints held her firm. Humiliation burned through her veins like acid, searing through her last fragments of pride.
"Let's see if your loving family wants you back," the man muttered, scrolling through her contacts before dialling a number and switching the phone to the loudspeaker.
The ringing sounded loud and hollow in the silent warehouse. They dialed Shen Xuan's number, which was immediately answered and hope-filled Yueyao's eyes, but suddenly, it plummeted.
"Hello?" came Bai Zhi's delicate, saccharine voice.
Yueyao's chest heaved with a desperate sob even though she had lost all hope, "Please… please help me…" she croaked out, her voice breaking like a shattered glass.
But the men pressed her head down, forcing her to kneel on the cold cement.