The matter was resolved, and there was no longer any need to stay at the chemical plant.
Chen Feng and Lin Mengyao walked out of the workshop together, heading outside the chemical plant.
Along the way, Lin Mengyao tightly held onto Chen Feng's hand, unwilling to let go.
Clearly, the previous incident had frightened her considerably.
And outside the workshop, there was no lighting, all dark with weeds everywhere.
For her, a girl who had always lived a pampered life in a bustling metropolis, this desolate place was indeed a bit terrifying.
The night had deepened, and it was now midnight.
The moon was clear, and the breeze was cold.
At this time, the temperature had dropped considerably.
Lin Mengyao, when brought here, had been wearing only a white dress made of a thin fabric.
Just a few steps outside the workshop, a sudden cold breeze blew.
This caused Lin Mengyao's delicate body to involuntarily shiver, and her little face also turned somewhat pale.
