Then, the person who covered her mouth dragged her behind the artificial mountain.
The artificial mountain was hollow in the middle. There was just enough for two people to squeeze in.
Qin Shu's back pressed against the hard stone wall. The uneven surface of the stone wall felt a little jarring. Qin Shu was shocked. Just as she was about to use all her strength to break free from the other party's grip, the person leaned closer to her ear and whispered,
"Bao'er, it's me."
She heard the familiar male voice. It was deep and masculine. Qin Shu's loosened her grip.
Soon, Qin Shu was surrounded by the man's unique scent and the faint smell of tobacco from him.
The man removed his hand, which covered Qin Shu's mouth.
"Little Shu, where are you?"
The old madam said. She sounded anxious and worried.