When Qu Qingwei woke up again, she was in a dilapidated warehouse.
Her hands and feet were tied to a pole, her mouth sealed with tape, and Little Xixi beside her was bound like a small meat dumpling, tossed onto the sofa.
"Mmm..." Qu Qingwei couldn't speak, she could only try desperately to make some sound with her throat.
Little Xixi on the sofa, gradually coming out of the drug's effect, heard the sound near her ear and slowly opened her eyes.
She saw her aunt tied up next to her, and the rundown warehouse, and with a "waah—" she was about to cry.
Unfortunately, Little Xixi's mouth was also sealed with tape. She couldn't make a sound as she cried, only dropping tears silently. The small person curled up on the sofa, sobbing continuously, tears rolling down her face, full of terror, her cute little face dirty, making her look incredibly pitiable.
