"Xinran, Xinran..."
The anxious concern came through the phone, and Qiao Xinran's tears instantly fell.
But, Qiao Xinran kept her mouth tightly shut, refusing to say a word, and at the same time, she glared fiercely at Lin Xixi.
With a cold laugh, Lin Xixi gave a signal to the black-clothed man standing beside her. The man stepped forward, raised his arm, and punched Qiao Xinran in the abdomen.
The muffled sound of pain arose, but Qiao Xinran bit her lip tightly, refusing to let out any noise.
Lin Xixi, holding the phone to Qiao Xinran's ear, gradually wore a darker expression.
After hanging up the phone, she gestured to the few people around her. Lin Xixi stepped back and took a seat on a stool not far away.
The black-clad people stepped forward and began beating Qiao Xinran with a flurry of punches and kicks. In almost an instant, blood began to trickle from the corner of Qiao Xinran's mouth.
"Stop..."
