Ye Qian Xing?
Ning Xixi stared at her in shock.
How could it be her?
Ye Qian Xing was wearing the uniform of the BBQ restaurant waitress, now torn and ragged. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face pale, and her shoulders trembled non-stop, like leaves in the autumn breeze.
"F*ck! You dirty bitch! I told you to hide!" From a stall, a burly man with a vicious face emerged and slapped Ye Qian Xing across the face.
Ye Qian Xing was knocked to the ground, clutching at the floor tiles, her voice thick with a sobbing tone, "Help me... please help me..."
Before Ning Xixi could speak, the man barked nastily, "Get out!"
Ning Xixi frowned slightly, not wanting to meddle, but as she stepped towards the door, she heard Ye Qian Xing's desperate scream, "Dad, please don't do this..."
"I'm not your goddamn dad! What 'this' and 'that'! If you dare call me that again, I'll kill you!"
Ning Xixi paused in her steps.
She had heard a bit about Ye Qian Xing's family situation.
