Xiaolei screamed, her grip loosening, and Huo Zhenyang, too, slid down the corridor wall to sit on the floor, still completely out of it, his handsome face looking even more restless and unsettled.
"What are you doing? Who the hell are you? I'll scream indecency! Indecency! Indecency—"
The man glanced at the drunken Huo Zhenyang on the floor, took out a gentleman's handkerchief without an ounce of pity, and stuffed it into Xiaolei's mouth, then grabbed her and dragged her towards the nightclub's back door.
In no time, Xiaolei was dragged to the back door.
The back door of the nightclub led to an open-air parking lot, deserted and devoid of any human shadows.
In the night, it was as silent as a graveyard.
Xiaolei barely stood firm when the man let go of her grip.
