She could have sought out Tang Song, but remembering that Gu Yixuan didn't like Tang Song, she decided against it.
Perhaps her sister would arrange these matters for her.
Mo Ran was locked in a tiny room with only a bed inside, and nothing else. There was a small window on the iron door, with police standing guard outside.
The light from the hallway filtered through the window, making the room less dark.
Next to her, and next to that, were people like her, detained.
Sitting on the edge, Mo Ran curled her legs up, burying her face in her knees, feeling very helpless.
At this time, with Gu Yixuan barely able to save himself, who would come to her rescue?
And, how could that old man have his oxygen mask removed? Who wanted to kill him?
Or rather, who wanted to frame her?
The more Mo Ran thought about it, the more terrified she became, realizing how lonely and helpless she was without Gu Yixuan's protection, facing these things on her own.
