Just then, four people rushed in from the outside, wearing black masks which covered most of their faces. All of them were carrying guns with two of them were carrying rifles.
"No one move! Put your hands up!" one of them shouted.
Mu Xiaoxiao and Han Qiqing looked at each other silently and cooperated obediently.
Mr. Zhang put up his hand slowly, looked around at the jewelry in the store worriedly and his heart tensed up.
Zhang Shuyao also put up her hands, trembling in fear.
"Girl, you were saying that if I don't apologize to you, I won't be able to leave, right?" The man sneered, his rough hand touched Zhang Shuyao's face, boorishly pinching her chin in a forceful manner.
Zhang Shuyao thought her chin was about to be dislocated. It felt so painful that it forced the tears out of her.