Having learned from the system that the deranged murderer would not return before nine that evening, Xie Mi acted with absolute impunity.
Not only did she turn his room upside down, she also brazenly carried the child she had stolen on a rough tour of the entire factory.
Little Shen Yeqing hung under this strange lady's arm with a look of utter resignation. As she alternated between running and sliding tackles, his little head bounced up and down. He had completely given up struggling.
Surely no bad person could be this silly. He now believed she was a good person.
But her thought processes were a little strange.
She clearly knew this was the bad man's lair, yet she did not seem the least bit nervous.
Humming an awful tune, she knocked on this and kicked at that, looking here and peeking there, as if she were sightseeing.
But...
He lifted his head to steal a glance at her profile. Watching her relaxed, unhurried expression, he somehow felt a little less afraid himself.
After winding their way around for a while, Xie Mi successfully brought little Shen Yeqing out of the factory.
What came next was simple.
Walk five kilometers to the road to flag down a car, shamelessly beg the driver for a ride, travel to the nearest town, borrow a passerby's phone to call the police, then wait for good news.
Solving problems was often just that simple and straightforward.
Once all that was done, Xie Mi was hungry.
Compressed biscuits could not satisfy her. She had set her sights on the wonton stall across the street, where steam rose into the air.
After thinking for two seconds, she looked down at the child beside her.
"I'm bored. Shall we spend your money?"
Little Shen Yeqing, who