Wen Wanzhi's strength had given out, and she was already gasping for breath.
Her entire body trembled slightly, her wrists chafed red from struggling.
The sound of a zipper rang out, and Wen Wanzhi closed her eyes in despair. Tears slid down from the corners of her eyes.
A ringing pierced the silence.
It was Bao Yancheng's cellphone.
Wen Wanzhi was startled but couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Seeing the caller ID, Bao Yancheng's expression turned ice cold, and he swiftly answered.
"Hello? What's happened to Yiran?"
The voice on the phone was the nanny, close to tears.
"Mr. Bao, the young lady is having suicidal thoughts again. We couldn't stop her, only you can control her..."
"I'm on my way back."
Bao Yancheng looked down at the woman on the floor with a haughty expression, adjusted his clothes, and stormed out the door.
Bao Yancheng sped all the way back to the Bao Mansion in a rush.
As expected, he found Yiran in the bathroom of her suite.