A residential house somewhere in the suburbs of S City
He Xuewen leaned against the wall with his eyes closed to rest. From yesterday until now, almost thirty hours had passed. The kidnappers hadn't abused him much, just didn't give him and Xiao Qiao any food. The few bowls of soup they drank yesterday at noon had long turned into urine and fertilized the wild grass, leaving them dizzy from hunger.
The main issue was that these kidnappers were particularly insidious. Every few hours, they would come over and force a bowl of drugs down their throats. After consuming it, their bodies would go limp, leaving them with no strength, unable to even stand.
Thinking of how Miss Zhao had diligently served soup to him and Xiao Qiao yesterday, He Xuewen felt deeply regretful. He had indeed been careless this time, not anticipating that the enemy would bribe such an inconspicuous little celebrity.
