Yang Xuewei's hands were bound behind her back, duct tape covered her mouth, and her clothes were torn and tattered. Although they still covered the critical parts, she looked very disheveled.
Fear filled her eyes as she scanned her surroundings, finding these people terrifying beyond measure.
Suddenly, she saw Chen Yang.
She froze, and tears streamed down her face. She, who had always tried to stay strong, couldn't help but cry.
Struggling to her feet, she stumbled toward Chen Yang.
Two of Agassi's men moved to stop her, but Agassi waved them off with a gesture to stand down.
Chen Yang stepped forward and took Yang Xuewei into his arms.
Seeing Yang Xuewei's pitiful state, his heart was filled with both fury and guilt.
They were after him, and Yang Xuewei was just an innocent casualty.
"Ms. Yang, don't worry. I'm here," he reassured her.
Chen Yang patted Yang Xuewei's back, tore the duct tape off her mouth, and untied her hands.