She pushed him away and turned to leave, "Move, I need to see Xia Lin."
The guards all looked to Mu Jingxi for instructions, and only after he nodded slightly did they step aside.
The further in she walked, the colder Qiao An's heart grew.
The dim light, the stale air in the basement, it all reeked of damp mustiness.
The air was filled with a nauseating stench.
Qiao An covered her mouth and nose with one hand as she followed the guard inside.
The guard stopped and opened a door, "Miss Qiao, please."
Hearing the noise, Xia Lin, who was bound to the chair and covered in wounds, slowly lifted his head in a sluggish response.
When Qiao An appeared at the door, and their gazes locked at the moment her eyes met Xia Lin's, an anger surged to her head.
It made her blood boil and her blood pressure soar.
"Xia Lin, are you alright?"