Seeing Zheng Zhonglai find someone to carry Sun Xiaoxiao away, she suddenly felt a sense of relief.

It seems that this action managed to extinguish the flames of jealousy and anger within her.

Zheng Zhonglai still had a dark expression on his face, so she turned and went up to him.

"Brother Zheng~ calm down~", Zheng Zhonglai said, his body swaying and he looked down at the sixteen-year-old girl in front of him.

He held out his hand. "Where's the stuff? Give it to me."

"What did you say? I gave it all to you!" she said in a coquettish tone.

Only when she saw the man in front of her about to lose his patience did she slowly reach under her skirt and take out the thin notebook, handing it to him.

"Don't get involved in this. I'll handle it. Knowing too much won't do you any good. Go back to your room."

The cigarette dangling from his mouth was lit, and the smoke rose and swirled in the corridor.

Zheng Zhonglai walked into the room, looked around, and then opened the wardrobe and took out the small box.

It's very light; his large hand can easily grasp it.

He didn't open it, but casually stuffed it into his pocket and walked out of the room.

Sun Xiaoxiao was roughly thrown into an empty room at the end of the corridor.

She knew this room; almost every disobedient girl would come in. It was an empty, enclosed space, very small and with nowhere to hide.

She knocked on the door a few times, realizing she couldn't get out now, and then returned to her usual calm.

Sitting on the ground, water droplets from her hair dripped onto her arms, and then, with a shake of her head, a few drops fell onto the carpet on the floor.

She trembled uncontrollably.

My mind was filled with Zheng Zhonglai's inky expression and A Qiu's gloating look.

My mind was filled with thoughts of the things in the room.

What should we do if we get caught?

Her heart was pounding, and it seemed especially loud inside the room.

Outside the door, Zheng Zhonglai felt that he was smoking his cigarette particularly fast today. He took a deep drag and almost lit the cigarette holder.

He then threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stomped on it twice.

Holding a long pole, he pushed open the door.

Close the door.

Sun Xiaoxiao looked up at him, met his gaze, and couldn't help but look away as her emotions collided with Zheng Zhonglai's complex eyes.

The two looked at each other with a sense of unfamiliarity.

Zheng Zhonglai squatted down, pinched her face, and forced her to look at him.

"Are you crazy? You think you can do anything to him by collecting these things? You want to fight him? Do you want to die?"

The word "death" stung her, because she had witnessed several children being carried out on wooden stretchers.

They were covered in blood!

"Ugh! You..." Her mouth was being squeezed so tightly that she couldn't speak. She struggled to shake her head, trying to break free from the man's grasp.

Zheng Zhonglai released his grip, and then heard the woman opposite him speak, "So I'm just going to watch them die? You've seen it for yourself! So many children, they're so young, do they deserve to die?"

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face. She still clung to a sliver of hope that if Zheng Zhonglai had any conscience, he would probably help her.

After all, he had asked himself if he wanted to leave.

Sun Xiaoxiao's eyes were filled with tears, and Zheng Zhonglai refused to look at her.

She cried out in despair, "Zheng Zhonglai, I beg you, please just pretend you didn't see anything, okay? I beg you, these children shouldn't have to stay here forever."

Zheng Zhonglai said coldly, suppressing his emotions: "Don't even think about it. If you fight her, you'll be the first to die. Considering you've helped me a lot in the past, I'll destroy these things for you. Forget about going out and spreading rumors."

After saying that, he reached out to open the door.

His words shattered Sun Xiaoxiao's hope. She burst into a tirade: "Zheng Zhonglai, you're a coward! You personally sent those children away, aren't you afraid of having nightmares? They..."

The rest of his words were choked in his throat by the cold look in his eyes as he turned around.

He held the notebook he had just received from A Qiu in his palm.

Sun Xiaoxiao tried to grab it, but he kicked her in the stomach and sent her sprawling to the ground.

The burning pain in her abdomen prevented her from straightening up.

With a cold expression, he turned around and squatted down next to her again.

He threw the thin notebook on the ground, hitting Sun Xiaoxiao in the face. "Fine, even if you get it, do you think you can walk out of here?"

The long stick he held in his hand had a thin strip of leather at the end, and the long whip struck Sun Xiaoxiao hard.

"Ah!" A violent scream drowned out their conversation.

The sound traveled from the small room into the corridor, and then behind every tightly closed door.

The girls huddled together, trembling with fear at the sound of Sun Xiaoxiao's screams.

A girl asked in a trembling voice, "Will Sister Xiaoxiao die?"

A-Qiu heard her words and was somewhat incredulous.

Will she? She just wants Brother Zheng to punish Sister Xiaoxiao.

Actually, there wasn't much written in that notebook; she only read the first few pages.

It's like a register, listing which child came here and when. Most people leave the last column blank, with only a few writing the date.

She didn't know what those dates meant.

But the people inside the villa cannot gather information in this way; this was something that was warned about from day one.

She thought she would at most get a beating.

Will she die?

She dared not think any further. Sun Xiaoxiao's scream reached her ears, and A Qiu had no choice but to hide back in her own bed.

The soundproofing here has always been poor, Sun Jiming said, so this way the effect of making an example of someone will be better.

Zheng Zhonglai stopped hitting the woman on the ground, who was covered in bruises and barely breathing.

My freshly washed hair was covered in dust because it had been rolled on the ground.

It looked somewhat dusty, with cold sweat and water droplets mixed together on its forehead.

He turned and left the room.

Sun Xiaoxiao heard the sound of the door opening and slightly opened her eyes, then dragged herself forward a short distance.

He reached for the notebook with all his might.

It's still here, that's good...

She stuffed the items into her underwear, ignoring whether the cold sweat and slight bloodstains had dampened them.

She thought, this is evidence.

But now the evidence can't be sent out either, so... is this all we can do?

Gasping for breath, she felt more heartbroken than the physical pain of not being able to hand over the evidence to Li Hao.

We were so close, how could this happen?

Her tears streamed down her nose and landed on the carpet.

With each breath, she smelled the stench of blood and dust in the room, and waves of acid reflux and nausea rose in her throat.

She felt as if she could see Li Fang lying here like this.

A thin rope hung around its neck, and its eyes were wide open.

More tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision.