"Huo Jiu."
Song Yaoyao got into the car, and instead of asking Huo Jiu to drive immediately, she suddenly made a sound.
"Here, what's Miss Song's order?"
Huo Jiu put his hands on the steering wheel and turned his head.
"Xu Yue is with you?"
Not a doubt, but a certainty.
This person has always been smart, since the husband sent him to Miss Song's side, this young girl has repeatedly refreshed her cognition.
Huo Jiu grinned, he didn't smile often, and when he smiled, it was also the kind that was gloomy and cold.
"Miss Song, do you know?"
Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and pointed out the window, "The one who keeps asking me for someone, what do you think?"
"Cough..."
"Miss Song, do you want to go and have a look?"
Song Yaoyao nodded, the answer was self-evident.
"Tick, tick, tick..."
The dark underground passage, under the feet is a smooth black stone slab. There is a cold and rotten smell in the air, and the cold wind blows from all directions, like something is lying on your back, blowing into your ears.
"The floor is slippery, Miss Song, be careful."
Huo Jiu held a flashlight and led the way.
Song Yaoyao turned her head and looked around. The pale light could illuminate a very small range, and the front was dark, like a giant beast with its mouth wide open, swallowing the light of the flashlight directly.
She nodded, and her little leather shoes stepped on the black stone slab, making a crisp sound of 'da, da, da'.
"Wow-"
The iron chain was dragging on the ground, and it sounded suddenly in the quiet space, which was extremely ear-piercing.
Song Yaoyao frowned.
The young man in front had regular features, red lips and white teeth. Holding a flashlight, he turned his head and smiled at Song Yaoyao.
"Miss Song, here we are."
"Who? Who's out there?"
"Let me out!! Woohoo let me out... I know I'm wrong..."
There was a rough and hoarse sound, and the iron chain shook more frequently.
"Wow, wow..."
Song Yaoyao walked over.
Huo Jiu pressed a button on the iron door, and the door split into two, and the outer iron plate opened outward, exposing the iron railing inside.
It's like a prison!
Song Yaoyao frowned and walked over.
"It's you-?"
Xu Yue was still wearing the short skirt she wore when she was sent to deal with her that day, but now it was wrinkled and unkempt. There were streaks of blackness on her face, the mascara melted all over her face, and her hair was messed up like a chicken coop.
When she looked at Song Yaoyao, there was no resentment in her eyes, only deep fear and pleading.
"Song Yaoyao... No! Miss Song, I beg you to forgive me! I really know I was wrong, please let me go home, I miss Mom and Dad! I didn't want to take your photo at first , it's Song Jingwan! It was your sister who ordered me to do this!"
no wonder—
Song Yaoyao pursed her lips. Song Jingwan was so anxious to track down Xu Yue's whereabouts, was she afraid that Xu Yue would reveal her affairs
She is not a good person in the true sense, even though Xu Yue has been so miserable in front of her.
If she was really powerless, then that night, she might have died in the alley. Or be insulted by those men, and leave a shameful video, which will be watched over and over again.
Therefore, even if Xu Yue died in front of her eyes, Song Yaoyao would not pity her!
"check it out."
She pulled out her phone and opened Weibo.
Song Jingwan also has tens of thousands of fans on Weibo. She wanted to enter the entertainment industry from the very beginning, and she has been running Weibo with a purpose. There are hundreds of comments on each Weibo.