Qiao Xiaoyan had already lost all hope in Song Xuyao. He had said he didn't like her, wouldn't have in the past, and wouldn't now.
So, when she got kidnapped, she didn't expect him to rescue her.
Qiao Xiaoyan glanced at Nian Enxi indifferently. Nian Enxi looked pitiful, like a woman abandoned.
In contrast, she was even more indifferent.
Perhaps Bai Ye's death had also hit her hard, so she felt like just a living body.
Even trapped in a dangerous situation, she remained as calm as water.
Nian Enxi exclaimed in surprise, "Xiaoyan… Xiaoyan, why are you here?"
Qiao Xiaoyan didn't speak. She retracted her gaze from Nian Enxi and looked calmly at the wall.
Song Xuyao didn't know that Qiao Xiaoyan would be here, and she dressed so revealingly, with a slender waist and long beautiful legs…
He reached out and pulled Qiao Xiaoyan over. His palms were rough, hands that had held guns long-term, clutching her small hand tightly at this moment.
