Her Identity

"Take off that bag." was the order that had come from a middle-aged man.

Mi Rong closed her eyes and soothed her breathing as if she was asleep. There were footsteps that came closer towards her; it had echoed in the room before the bag was taken off her face.

The black bag was finally taken off, revealing her sleeping face. 

Mr Li Jian had to slightly tilt himself to see her face more clearly. His brows became slightly knitted. Such a young person who had already practised kidnapping another person. Well, now she had been kidnapped herself, sigh.

"Wake her up." Mr Li Jian spoke coldly.

"Yes, sir." The secretary then went outside. He then came back with a bucket full of water and was heading straight to the young lady.