Days like this repeat over and over, every day she lived like a walking corpse, either selling smiles or selling her body.
The car drove for more than half an hour before coming to a stop.
"Miss, we've arrived."
Ning Qian's head was terribly groggy; she didn't even glance outside, paid the fare, opened the door, and got out of the car.
But as soon as she got out, she panicked, tried to open the door and get back in, but the car behind her suddenly sped off in a sprint.
"Stop the car! Stop the car!"
Ning Qian stumbled a few steps in pursuit, fell to the ground, and when she looked up again, the taxi had already disappeared.
She forced herself to stand up, looking at the dimly lit street, the effects of the alcohol somewhat dissipated.
"Who is it! Who is it that wants to bring me here? Come out!"
As soon as she spoke, three burly men walked out from the alley at the street corner.
