That person?
Who was that person?
Qiao Hua no longer had the strength to think about what he meant. When President Zhu lunged at her, she instinctively shoved him away and hurriedly twisted the doorknob.
But the door had been locked from outside.
Qiao Hua's heart sank. President Zhu's smug laughter rang in her ears. "You think you can still get away?"
"I'm telling you, if you know what's good for you, you'll cooperate. Otherwise, you'll suffer."
Qiao Hua slowly turned around, pressing her back against the door. Her expression was guarded, but her vision was growing increasingly blurry.
Then she spotted a half-open door in the corner. Gritting her teeth, she dodged Zhu Dejie when he lunged again, then used the last of her strength to run toward the resting room.
Because Qiao Hua had been drugged, Zhu Dejie had barely been on guard. Caught off balance by her sudden shove, he fell to the floor.
Zhu Dejie cried out in pain, clutching his backside. "Fuck, you actually dared to push me!"
Cursing, Zhu Dejie looked up and saw Qiao Hua running toward the resting room. He swore again, scrambled to his feet, and gave chase.
Just as he was about to catch Qiao Hua, the resting room door slammed shut, locking President Zhu outside.
"Fuck! You bitch, open the door!"
He pounded on the door with loud bangs.
Qiao Hua slid down the wall to sit on the floor. She instinctively reached into her pocket, only then remembering that she had no phone.
She let out a heavy sigh and mentally cursed Gu Wenze and eighteen generations of his ancestors.
If it weren't for Gu Wenze, she could have called the police by now.
The drug was gradually swallowing her reason, and her whole body burned with unbearable