Runaway Wife, I'm Sorry

“Miss Bai, I’ve caught the person you wanted. Where’s my payment?” A man wearing a black mask and holding a long knife had Yan Xiaoxiao kneeling on the ground in his grasp. “Not bad. YNK works pretty efficiently. I’ve transferred the money to your account. I’ll contact you if I need anything else.” Bai Se crouched down and gently stroked Yan Xiaoxiao’s face. Terrified, Yan Xiaoxiao instinctively tried to dodge Bai Se’s hand, because she knew she would never escape...