The paper held in my hand remained perfectly still, without the slightest sign of shifting.

This proves that there is no air circulation in the entire basement space.

"Don't waste your energy. Su Ziheng never intended to stay here for long. Surviving in this oxygen for a day is not a problem, but three days is difficult."

Song Anran lay on her side on the bed, looking at Lu Zhiwei, and said, "I'm kicking someone when they're down."

It seemed as if only Lu Zhiwei was trapped.

"Shut up! If you say another word, I'll slap you," Lu Zhiwei warned Song Anran sternly.

She hates it when someone nags her while she's thinking, affecting her judgment.

“Going out is the same as going to jail, and being trapped here is also the same as going to jail. The only difference is that the former will be executed sooner or later, and the latter will starve to death. One is a short pain, and the other is a long pain. They are the same to me. Lu Zhiwei, with you by my side, I am not lonely.”

Song Anran gazed at Lu Zhiwei, talking nonstop.

Lu Zhiwei couldn't bear it any longer.

He rushed to the edge of the bed and slapped her across the face: "Didn't you hear me tell you to shut up?"

She had never noticed that Shen Shuyuan talked so much before. It seemed that she had been a young lady of the Song family for too long and couldn't change her personality back.

Stunned by the blow, Song Anran covered her face, sat up, and glared fiercely at her, "Lu Zhiwei, you..."

“Just because I won’t kill you doesn’t mean I can’t hit you. No matter how many injuries you suffer, when you go out and give your statement to the police, I can say that you injured yourself and that it has nothing to do with me. You will have no way to defend yourself.”

“You…” Song Anran was speechless with anger.

“Every hour from now on, I will slap you to remind myself not to fall asleep, until I get out of here safely.”

"..." Song Anran froze, her hair standing on end.

This woman is much more ruthless than her!