In a dark and chaotic warehouse, Mei Fenglan was disheveled and haggard, her body reeking of spoilage due to days of desperate hiding. Bathing was out of the question—she was even hard-pressed to hope for a hot meal.
The police had failed to locate this warehouse because it was nearly hidden in the mountains, seldom visited by anyone.
Also, due to its remote location and poor accessibility, the warehouse contained almost no resources for survival. In the vast space, besides some greasy tools, there was only a worm-eaten wooden plank on which Mei Fenglan had slept for several days.
No one could have imagined that the once glorious female CEO would end up in such a plight.
With a creak, the heavy iron door was opened by someone.
Gong Lixin cautiously pushed open the warehouse's iron door, carrying some clothes and dry food.
"Sister, are you okay?"
