Song Qingyu lay on her side, listening to the movements around her.
Judging from the degree of panic, the people who came to rescue should not be far from here.
She moved the rope around her wrist, which was not too tight. Very good, this was not difficult for her.
Just as Song Qingyu was about to use the blade hidden in her sleeve to cut the rope, the sound of messy footsteps appeared again.
Then, the man who made the decision scolded,
"Move faster!"
"Since the person upstairs is a burden, tie him to the balcony railing and let the cops think that we still have people here to stall them."
Hearing this, Song Qingyu heaved a sigh of relief.
Song Xingye's position was on the second floor. They wanted to attract the rescuers and delay them. They would tie Song Xingye to the balcony on the second floor. No matter what, Song Xingye would be out of danger.
