"Puff, puff..." Duan Zhiyuan said nothing, taking one drag after another on the cigarette in his hand.
"Sir... sir... say something." Zhao Min was on the verge of tears. "If you want my body, take it. Just let me go. I swear I won't call the police. Please."
Just then, Duan Zhiyuan took his last drag and tossed the cigarette butt onto the floor. Then he asked in a hoarse voice, "You're Xia's roommate, aren't you? Where did she go?"
"Xia?" Something stirred in Zhao Min's mind, and she asked in confusion, "Who are you? Why are you asking about her?"
"I'm her father." Duan Zhiyuan fell silent for a few seconds. "I can't find her. I think you can tell me where she is, can't you?"
"I... I don't know." Zhao Min suddenly lost her fear and raised her voice. "You'd better let me go. This is a school. I'm telling you, this is kidnapping... you'll go to prison..."
"Shut up!" Duan Zhiyuan roared. "I'm not afraid of prison... I just want to know where my daughter is."
He rushed up to Zhao Min and stared at her with bloodshot eyes. "Don't force me... to do something I don't want to do... please don't try to ignite a father's rage... now tell me, where is my daughter?"
"You... calm down." Zhao Min flinched in fright, then said, her gaze evasive, "Xia... she left with her boyfriend. I don't know where they went."
"You're still trying to lie to me..." Duan Zhiyuan roared, then slapped her hard across the face with a sharp smack.
Then he shouted, his eyes red, "I don't want to hit you. Don't force me... I'm afraid I really might lose control and kill you."
"Ah!" Zhao Min was terrified. "Uncle... don't hit me... I'll talk...