Wen Meimei had a flash of inspiration and called a taxi from outside the door.
Once in the cab, Wen Meimei casually gave an address and, after a ten-minute drive, arrived at her destination.
This was a bridge spanning the river where, at this time, many couples met for their trysts, surrounded by a night market street, considered a safe place.
Standing by the bridge, Wen Meimei replied to Qiao Chengxun on WeChat: "I'm on Zhubai Bridge."
Less than half a minute after the message was sent, her phone began to ring.
Without any panic, Wen Meimei answered the call and heard Qiao, the King of Hell, with an urgency in his voice she had never heard before: "Wait for me there, I'll be there in 10 minutes at most, wait for me, don't go anywhere else."
"Okay," Wen Meimei nodded obediently.
To her surprise, Qiao, the King of Hell, didn't hang up immediately, "Meimei, don't hang up the phone. Let me know you're safe and talk to me."