The coarse twine was tied very tight. Su Ningyan gritted her teeth and slowly started to cut it, bit by bit.
She could not allow Su Jingyu's plot to succeed, she had to see Zhuo Junyue.
She didn't even know how long she kept cutting. Time went on and she could already feel that she had almost opened up that coarse twine.
Su Ningyan's forehead was full of fine sweat beads, as they cascaded down her hair and dripped onto her swollen face.
Su Shijie and Su Chengxuan were all lodged at school, there was no no else who could help her, other than herself.
Finally, the twine on Su Ningyan's hand was cut.
She hurriedly untied the rope that bound her feet, walked to the door, only to find that it was locked from the outside.
They must have locked the door for fear of her escaping.
No, she must find a way to leave here tonight.
Su Ningyan glanced at the storage room, her gaze finally landing on the ventilating fan above.
Perhaps it was the only way out.
