The man driving glanced at the rear-view mirror, "Monkey, keep your hands off, this woman is out of our league. Be careful with your life."
"Just taking a look, we had to put a knife to our heads to snatch this dame, can't a guy take a look?"
The man called Monkey spoke but released his hold on An Ran's chin, leaning back into his seat.
With the pressure gone from her chin, An Ran also slumped back against the seat.
At this moment, her hands were tied, her whole body weak and unable to exert any strength. If it weren't for the seatbelt, she'd probably be slumped over the seat directly.
Her mind raced, recalling the events that just happened.
She seemed confused about what happened after the veil was put over her face, as if she fell asleep soon after it was put on.
Today was her wedding day, there's no way she would fall asleep at such a time. The only possibility was that she was knocked out.
