Seeing no one in the wardrobe, she shook her head and turned around, continuing her search elsewhere and quickly entering the bathroom of the bedroom.
Yan Junze frowned as he watched her retreating figure, his suspicions slowly taking shape.
A moment later, he spoke again.
"Zhuang Wenhui!"
...
"Wenhui!"
The overweight middle-aged man had just set down the pliers he was brandishing; they were still dripping with blood.
"You like to hide, don't you? Starting now, I'll let you hide all you want!"
The man cracked a cruel smile, "But don't let me find you because if I do, you're going to die a very ugly death. Hmm, this is the first time today, the first time I've found you, so I'll give you a little reward first."
The pliers fell onto Zhuang Wenhui's head, who was kneeling on the ground, striking her brow bone with force.
The brow bone split open, blood splattered, Zhuang Wenhui's head buzzed, and she collapsed to the ground, her consciousness beginning to blur.