The tape on Xiaolan's mouth was instantly torn off by the man!
However, this man did not pity her and wanted to untie her.
Instead, after pulling off the tape, he grabbed her hair and lifted her up!
"Ah—!" Xiaolan screamed as she realized that the man was hanging her hair from a hanging ring in midair.
Her scalp hurt terribly.
"Are you going to tell me?!" The man slapped her again.
The corners of Lan's mouth immediately cracked.
Bright red blood trickled down the corner of his mouth.
Xiaolan still refused to admit it. "I don't know."
Young Master Ye had left her an email address, but these people were so fierce. She wondered if asking about Young Master Ye would be disadvantageous to him.
Xiaolan didn't dare to reveal anything.
The man changed his question. "Who else knows Young Master Ye, hmm?"
Xiaolan pursed her lips. The taste of blood and the pain in her mouth made them tremble. "I don't know."
