Go out of the villa.

Yan Huaining directly ordered someone to find Yang Yu.

I drove along this road. Within half an hour, my assistant's phone rang.

With Yang Yu's whereabouts.

Yan Huaining drove to the place where his assistant sent him, while frowned secretly.

He always felt that all this seemed vaguely, as if someone was manipulating it. Otherwise, how could it be so easy to find Yang Yu's location?

only.......

Now he is no longer allowed to think too much. No matter whether it is a trap or a beast in front of him, he must rush over as fast as possible.

The location where the assistant sent it was a very remote abandoned warehouse.

Moreover, there was a long road in the past, and the car could not drive there, so it could only walk.

Yan Huaining frowned and could only abandon the car and walk over alone.

After walking for nearly ten minutes, Yan Huaining walked outside the warehouse.

His feet were covered with mud, and he frowned slightly. As soon as he took a quick step, a shrill scream suddenly came from his ears.

"No! Let me go! Bastard!"

The sharp screams mixed with deep fear. Yan Huaining was shocked and suddenly heard that this was Yang Yu's voice.

Her voice was very thin, and she spoke as nicely as a yellow oriole. When she lowered her voice, she seemed to be acting coquettishly.

But it was the kind of coquettishness that would not make people disgusted.

At that time, he suddenly felt it was quite interesting. He was very delicate and had a soft voice, but he had a carefree personality.

But now, that nice voice was shouting, and just listening, Yan Huaining's back felt cold.

The scene of her last time I discovered her in the basement kept popping up in my mind.

Did she also make such a cry that day?

wrong!

Her mouth was blocked that day, and she couldn't even scream.

How desperate would she be then?

Desperate to commit suicide...this step.

With his hands clenching, his lips tightly pursed into a straight line, he strode forward and kicked the warehouse door.

The door opened with a loud bang.

The scenes that appeared inside made Yan Huaining look scarlet.

Yang Yu was lying on the ground, with a large piece of mud on the white sweater she was wearing, and her shoulders were already naked outside, with large areas of snow-white covered with red marks.

Tears fell down the corners of her eyes, her hair was messy, and tears mixed with them were pressed on her face.

The hands kept struggling.

On her body were two or three men with bare chests and backs exposed.

Hearing the door, several people turned their heads one after another, but their hands were like "devil's claws" and pinched Yang Yu's fair skin.

A bloodthirsty cold burst out from Yan Huaining's eyes.

Yan Huaining clasped his hands together, with blue veins on it, and his delicate face was congested. He almost thought about it, so he walked over, grabbed one of the men, clenched his fists and punched him.

He rarely fights and kills people, but it doesn't mean he doesn't.

Although Yan Yusong rarely talks to him and rarely cares about him since he was a child, he was raised as the heir of the Yan family.

When he was very young, he had mastered these most basic methods of self-protection.

But sometimes, after staying in a depressed environment for a long time, you will inevitably feel tired, especially after knowing that he is not Yan Yusong's child, but a child born to Qi Jingru and Yan Yuran secretly.
Chapter completed!