The two maids had been hearing Chen Feifei coughing since this morning, and had seen her coughing with their own eyes; both An Xiaomian's hair and Chen Feifei's hair were black. Today, Chen Feifei had tied up all of her hair, and An Xiaomian had done the same, so it was even harder to notice that they had swapped places.
Therefore, the two maids didn't suspect that the person in front of them had been switched, and just nodded their heads. One maid walked in front, leading the way, while the other followed behind, with An Xiaomian in the middle. The three of them walked out together.
Finally able to leave the room that had imprisoned her for many days, An Xiaomian's heart was exceptionally anxious.
Just now, in the washroom, she and Chen Feifei had swapped clothes, and Chen Feifei had also told her how to go outside, where the bus stop was, and where there was a telephone booth. As long as she got on the bus or made a phone call, someone would come to save her.
