Xie Qinghuan's mood was particularly low, and she said softly, "Okay, I'll notify you as soon as I have news."
Qiao Mo slowly hung up the phone, still unable to accept this reality.
She pulled herself together and gently opened the door, peeking outside for a while.
Not seeing Fu Nancheng's figure, she softly walked to a far-off guest room.
Carefully pushing open the guest room door, she locked it behind her, then quickly moved to the bedside to look outside.
A few black-clad guards were stationed not far below, not many people, standing like some pillars there.
Fortunately, this was a corner, slightly secluded.
So there was still some distance from those black-clad bodyguards, as long as she moved quietly, there was still a chance to escape.
Qiao Mo didn't hesitate any longer and started to fiddle around in the room, twisting the bed sheets into a rope, planning to slide down from the window later.
