However, Chen Moting's experience was several levels above Su Xiaomin's. Escape, escape where?
Opening the door now would be certain death. If they fled deeper into the office, into the unexplored areas, who knows what would happen?
She had heard Yang Xiao and his group mention that there were no lights inside, just complete darkness.
In her hand, she did have a small plastic flashlight, something that came as a promotional gift with a liquor box, capable of being hung on a keychain, with barely adequate lighting — better than nothing.
The sound of high-heeled footsteps grew closer and finally appeared outside the office door. It was a semi-transparent frosted glass door, and at this moment from Chen Moting's angle, she could clearly see a figure standing outside the door.
But because of the frosted glass, the figure was very blurry, only a vague outline was visible.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
