It seemed like a long dream. In drowsiness, Xia Shiyu woke up from unconsciousness.
"Do you know how to speak English?"
With her thought returning to her, she sensed that she was in a mobile environment.
On a car?
"Yes."
"Perfect, my Han is terrible." Caitlin chewed on her bubblegum and grinned.
She tried to focus her vision, but her iris seemed to be covered by a thin layer of a veil which made her unable to see anything clearly.
In haziness, she saw a figure.
"Where is… this? What, what did you do to me?"
Xia Shiyu suddenly woke up from her drowsy state, and her body jerked in anger.
The chair began to squeak, but her motions were ineffective. When she discovered her hands and legs were tightly tied to the chair, her face began to lose any sign of life as her vibrant red lips quivered.
She remembered the instant before she lost her consciousness; she despairingly realized the severity of the situation.
