"What do you want?!" Xiao Yisha was truly frightened, a sense of deathly fear suddenly rising within her—she really could be on the brink of death!
Mo Fan dragged her by the hair, found a rope to tie her up with, and threw her into the storage room.
"You'd best pray that the boss survives, or I'll make sure you go down with him!"
Bang!
The door shut, plunging the entire room into pitch darkness. Xiao Yisha's hands and feet were bound, and her mouth sealed with tape—calling for help was impossible.
In the pitch-black, confined space, every step risked bumping her knees and head, filling her with an overwhelming sense of fear.
...
When Feng Ye saw Mo Fan return, he noticed his sullen expression, "What happened?"
Mo Fan shook his head, "Nothing. How is the boss doing?"
"He's just had his body washed with clean water, and it's still too early to tell..." Feng Ye's face was stern.