Just like this, Huo Yanyan and her daughter were kidnapped on their way to the airport.
In a small deserted house in the desolate southern mountain, dim lights were on.
Huo Yanyan and her daughter were pushed into a small room with no windows, and the walls were covered in moss. It looked like a place straight out from a horror movie.
With her mouth sealed by tape, she couldn't speak; looking at her daughter worriedly, she could only let out indistinguishable "Wuwu" sounds.
Shortly, a man walked in and dragged her out by her hair.
She was pushed onto the cold ground.
Losing her balance, Huo Yanyan dropped to the ground, looking extremely wretched.
"What a coincidence; we meet again."
Hearing the familiar voice, Huo Yanyan raised her head and looked at the demonic face in horror.
With that blood-thirsty smile, he was none other than Huo Siqian.
