"Give me the keys!"
However, the woman avoided Tian Xiaolan's gaze and did not dare to look at her at all, and kept saying that she didn't know.
At this moment, Lu Zhaodi lowered her head and saw Xing Yifei clenching his fists, and ran outside without saying a word.
Although Lu Zhaodi was old, she looked young. She rushed out and disappeared in the dim environment soon, as if she had merged into the endless darkness, leaving Tian Xiaolan standing there in a daze.
"Now that she's gone, let's open the door."
Tian Xiaolan ordered Xing Yifei to open the door, and Xing Yifei really did open it obediently. He walked to the door and looked at the rope tied to the door. Although it was a knot, it didn't bother him.
Xing Yifei's slender, white fingers gently reached for the rope. His movements were extremely gentle, as if he were touching a precious work of art. His fingertips first touched the rough surface of the rope, pausing slightly, as if to feel its texture.
Then, his fingers moved nimbly, untying the knots. Like nimble butterflies, his fingers weaved through the ropes, each movement imbued with delicate grace. His slender fingers curved slightly, hooking around one end of the rope. With a gentle pull, the rope gradually untied.
He concentrated on untying the rope, his eyes revealing seriousness and concentration, as if this was the only thing worth doing in the world at that moment. As his fingers moved, the knots on the rope were undone one by one.
After untying the rope on the door and slowly opening it, they saw the mother and daughter tied together, their mouths gagged and unable to utter a word.
Seeing this, Fang Guihua hurried over and took out the rags that were blocking their mouths, and the mother and daughter were able to breathe smoothly.
Liu Dongmei took deep breaths of fresh air, as if to make up for the oxygen she had lost before. Her eyes were filled with fear and grievance.
Tian Xiaolan stood aside, watching the scene in front of her, and felt that she was too gentle towards someone like Lu Zhaodi.
Fang Guihua found a pair of scissors, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped the handles tightly and pointed the sharp blades at the ropes binding the mother and daughter. With one cut, the rope snapped, the crisp snapping sound resonating particularly loudly in the silence.
When Liu Xiumei saw them, tears of excitement welled up in her eyes. Like a flood bursting through a dam, they flowed uncontrollably, streaking down her cheeks and dripping onto her clothes. Her eyes were filled with surprise, relief, and emotion. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but was too excited to speak.
Tian Xiaolan stood aside, watching the scene before her, and the stone in her heart finally fell to the ground. Xing Yifei watched quietly, and a trace of relief appeared in his eyes.
Fang Guihua looked at the deep marks on Liu Dongmei's hand, her eyes full of pity. She gently held Liu Dongmei's hand, carefully examining the shocking marks, and asked distressedly, "Do you have any medicinal wine at home?"
Liu Dongmei shook her head without thinking, her eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and bitterness.
Fang Guihua understood and thought that people like Wang Goudan would squander their money as soon as they got it. How could they have money to buy medicinal wine? So she asked.
However, it was indeed not safe to leave Liu Dongmei and the others here. After a moment's thought, Fang Guihua said sincerely, "You can come stay at my house. I just want to talk to someone."
How could Liu Dongmei not understand the meaning of her words? Now that things have gotten to this point, she can't sleep well at night and can't stand it when she comes home at night.
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