Zhang Ziwen glanced at Song Lin, noting her slightly furrowed brows. She must have seen this scene many times now. Fear was unlikely. But what could she be thinking about?
"Zhang...Ziwen..."Song Lin timidly called out his name, tugging at his sleeve.
Zhang Ziwen regarded her with confusion, wondering what she wanted.
"Could you...figure out a way to get me out of here? Without them noticing? Can you help me? You're the only one who can right now. Would that be okay?" asked Song Lin, her voice desperate.
Damn it, what can I do? Can't she see that we're all under water? Why not ask the police for help? Why me? I'm not her babysitter. Zhang Ziwen thought to himself, but he said, "It'll be a bit hard, but we might be able to figure something out. Let's go inside first while we think of a plan." He hardly ever turned down requests from beautiful women, often speaking without sincerity.
