At the same time, in a quiet but relatively clean room, Qiong Ying was sitting on a stool, her face calm, but her heart was extremely uneasy.
She was the only one here, and although the conditions were a little better, she was getting more and more irritable.
All her hopes now rest on Chang Che.
He will definitely come back to save himself.
Only by thinking this way and adhering to this belief can she alleviate her fear.
Time flies by like seconds.
From day to night, there were people patrolling the outside closely; even without strict surveillance, she couldn't escape. She had no ability. She was just a freshly graduated student. How could she fight against their kidnappers?
The only thing she can do is to keep her heart strong.
At night, it's slightly cool.
The conditions here are simple, fine during the day, but at night there are buzzing sounds of mosquitoes everywhere, and the mosquitoes are so big that when they bite them, they are like a big, red bump on the arm. Qiong Ying is used to a life of fine clothes and fine food, and at night
Couldn't sleep peacefully at all.
She didn't know how long she had been tossing and turning, but suddenly, she heard a noise, a very slight sound, but Qiongying opened her eyes wide.
I saw a figure coming to her bedside silently. Seeing her reaction, he immediately covered her mouth. Then I heard a woman's voice in my ear: "Miss Fu, it's me, Poison. I am now
Let you go, don't make a sound."
Qiongying nodded.
Poison let go of her and whispered to her: "Miss Fu, come with me."
"Can we escape?"
"Yes. I've figured out the situation outside." Poison was in front, observing the surrounding environment while giving her an affirmative voice.
During the day, it’s difficult to do things because there are so many people.
At night.
Qiong Ying followed Poison nervously, silently bypassing the patrolling people. In fact, the patrols here were not particularly strict. Maybe the other party didn't pay attention to the hostages on this plane at all. Poison had hidden his edge before.
, it’s a lot easier to do things now.
Then, the footsteps quickly faded away again.
It's half past two in the morning, when humans sleep the deepest, and a night watchman is taking a nap against the wall with his gun in his arms.