"Huo Jiu."

When Song Yaoyao boarded the car, her first instruction was not to start the car. Instead, she suddenly called out his name.

"Yes, what can I do for you, Miss Song?"

Huo Jiu placed his hands on the steering wheel and turned his head.

"Where's Xu Yue?"

This was more like a demand than a question.

Huo Jiu had always been quite smart. Ever since the Master placed him by Miss Song's side, he had discovered more and more about her.

Huo Jiu grinned. He didn't smile often, and when he did, there was a dark and evil vibe to it.

"Miss Song, you found out?"

Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and pointed outside. "She keeps asking me for her. What do you think?"

"Ahem... Miss Song, do you want to go see her?"

Song Yaoyao nodded. Her answer was self-evident.

Drip, drop, drip, drop...

The dark underground passage was covered with smooth black slabs. The air was filled with a cold, rotten smell, and the icy wind blew from all directions. It was as though someone was hanging to her back, blowing in her ears.

"The floor is slippery. Be careful, Miss Song."

Huo Jiu led the way with a torch.

Song Yaoyao turned her head and looked around. The stream of white light had a limited span and it was dark in front of them. It was like there was a huge monster in front of them which was swallowing up the light from the torch.

She nodded her head as her leather shoes tapped across the black slabs and her footsteps echoed through the passage.

Clink--

Chains dragged across the ground, and the sound broke the silence, hurting everyone's ears.

Song Yaoyao furrowed her brows.

The youth in front of her had pleasant features. His lips were red and his teeth were white as he turned around and smiled at Song Yaoyao.

"Miss Song, we're here."

"Who is it? Who's out there? Let me out!! Huhuhu, let me out... I know I was wrong, huhu..."

The girl's voice was rough and husky as her chains shook harder.

Clink, clink...

Song Yaoyao walked toward her.

Huo Jiu pressed a button on the metal door and it opened. The iron plate on the outer layer opened outwards, exposing the iron bars inside.

It was like a prison!

Song Yaoyao furrowed her brows and walked over.

"It's you...?"

Xu Yue was still wearing the short skirt from the day that she had attacked Song Yaoyao. By now, her skirt was wrinkled and she looked like a complete mess. There was something black on her face; her mascara had smeared all over her skin. And her hair was tangled like a nest.

She looked at Song Yaoyao. There was no anger in her eyes. Instead, she looked at her pleadingly with fear.

"Song Yaoyao... No! Miss Song, please let me go! I know I'm wrong. Please let me go home. I miss my parents! Huhu, my intention wasn't to take nude photos of you. It was Song Jingwan! Your sister told me to do it!"

No wonder...

Song Yaoyao's lips curved. Song Jingwan was probably anxious to find Xu Yue because she didn't want to be exposed.

But Song Yaoyao wasn't a good person. Even though Xu Yue was so pitiful, she was unmoved.

After all, if Song Yaoyao had been a vulnerable person that night, she may have already died in that alleyway. Or those men may have harassed her, filmed her, and shown it to the world.

So, she didn't care even if Xu Yue died in front of her!

"Look at this."

She pulled out her phone and opened her Weibo.

Song Jingwan had several tens of thousands of followers on Weibo. She had always wanted to enter the entertainment circle, so she had been building up her following for a while. Under each post she made, there were always a few hundred comments.