In the damp and chilly storeroom, Fu Jinqiao slowly opened her eyes.
Before her was pitch blackness, and the moldy smell made her feel like vomiting.
She moved her neck and felt particular pain.
She remembered being at the entrance of the Fu Family's old residence, when she turned her head, her neck was struck hard. She had been kidnapped.
Having been kidnapped as a child, she was somewhat experienced in this.
Crying and making a fuss would be useless, and would only annoy the kidnapper, making it easy for her to be 'disposed of'.
Besides, now that she was in her bloom, if the kidnapper had lecherous thoughts and tried to do something to her, she would be in deep trouble.
Fu Jinqiao sat up, her hands tied behind her back and her feet also bound; there was absolutely no way for her to escape.
With a creak, the door to the storeroom was pushed open.
A figure walked in, then the light from a flashlight hit her face.
