The little girl in the cage had her hands and feet tied up, already showing streaks of blood, while her mouth was sealed with a black plastic bag. They were all shedding tears, and some looked at her with pleading eyes. She counted them—there were exactly eight.
"This is not my dad's warehouse," Luo Qianqian looked at the two men and frowned slightly. "By the looks of it, this must be the warehouse of that uncle my dad mentioned, right? No wonder Dad didn't take me here to play."
With the demeanor of a spoiled young mistress, she looked down on people and then asked curiously, "Don't they eat? Or are they given nutrition injections?"
Seeing Luo Qianqian's as-if-it-were-normal demeanor, the two men also relaxed, naturally treating Luo Qianqian as the daughter of some friend of their boss, for those who owned warehouses in this area were either rich or noble.
"The boss said to starve them for three days. Only if they behave, they'll be sent away."
