"You can go back first, no need to thank us! We will do our best to help you find her, and we will inform you immediately once there's any news."
The man gave Jing Yiren a flyer with his phone number on it….
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In a dark, damp room.
There was only a faint light seeping through the iron bars.
Xue Fanghua's hands were cuffed behind her back in a chair, and her feet were shackled as well.
"Slap!" Another hard slap came down.
The middle-aged man's hand was numbing from the slaps.
Xue Fanghua's face, half intact and half scarred, was swollen and bloody at the mouth and teeth.
An arrogant, beautiful woman sat lazily at a table across from Xue Fanghua.
Watching Xue Fanghua's disheveled appearance with admiration.
The middle-aged man shook his numb hand.
He warned and asked, "Xue Fanghua, how much have you told Lu Ming about our business? What more do you know?"
