In a hidden venue in the city, three men were currently watching over a little girl.
One of them was wearing light armor; he was tall and well-built. Clearly, he was the leader of these three people.
"Milord, this lass isn't well-behaved. Let us take good care of her!"
One of the martial artists said as he threw a slap on the little girl's face with a smack. The little girl did not dare to struggle anymore after getting hit. But that stubborn gaze was exhibited in its entirety.
That lass that person was talking about was precisely the Yan Ling who went missing.
Yan Ling was currently tied up on a chair, struggling endlessly. She glared at the three people furiously, filled with resentment.
Being kidnapped the last time, she was still young and did not feel anything at all.
But the agony of these few years made her life worse than living hell.
This point also made Yan Ling much more mature compared to those of the same age.