Kapitel 5: Chapter 5: Will He Fall into a Coma or Die?
Because, no matter how she twisted the doorknob, the door wouldn't budge.
Clearly, it was locked from the outside.
General Manager Zheng's voice rose from behind her, sounding sinister on such a night, "Did you think you could get away?"
Nanqiao's forehead was covered in a thin layer of sweat as she unwillingly twisted the knob a few more times.
But the door remained firmly locked, with no sign of change.
General Manager Zheng did not follow her, perhaps having put his mind at ease, letting her stand at the entrance of the private room, struggling relentlessly.
Twisting for a long time, she saw no effect.
Nanqiao knew that continuing this way was just a waste of energy, so she gave up the idea of escape and turned to look at him.
General Manager Zheng had taken his seat back on the couch, with his legs crossed casually, an indolent expression on his face.
At this time, he seemed not in a hurry at all.
He poured himself a cup of tea, held it up to smell with his eyes closed, and then, opening his eyes, he drank it down.
After putting down the teacup, he looked over at her again.
Facing such a gaze, Nanqiao felt some instinctive fear.
She subconsciously tried to dodge to the side, but no matter where she went, his eyes followed her relentlessly.
General Manager Zheng stood up from the couch, seemingly ready to walk this way.
Nanqiao suppressed the revulsion and disgust rising in her heart, trying to keep her emotions calm, "What exactly do you want?"
"We both know what's going on, why play dumb?"
"..."
With the door locked, she couldn't leave, so she was forced to circle within the confined space of the private room.
The cold sweat on Nanqiao's body grew more profuse, and her heartbeat faster and faster.
But no matter how large the private room was, it was still just this one space, and there were the coffee table and couch as well.
After walking around for a little while, she had nowhere to go.
Nanqiao's gaze inadvertently caught sight of the wine bottle on the coffee table, and she quickly grabbed it.
In that instant, many images flashed through her mind, like a slideshow, one after another.
She clearly understood the predicament, if she wanted to escape, she had to strike hard, leaving no room for herself, nor for him.
But, she couldn't predict the consequences of smashing the bottle, whether he would be knocked out, or die.
Confronted with the man's face, her mind became completely muddled.
In the end, Nanqiao instinctively raised her hand, slamming the wine bottle down hard on his head.
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Rangliste 
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