Luo Xiaoqian glanced sideways and caught sight of the screen.
On the screen, two men had already untied the ropes, and Leng Zimo was supporting Jiao Yang as they hurried toward the door.
Fortunately, they were safe.
They were safe... that's good!
Zimo, run faster, a little faster, I can't hold on much longer, you have to move faster, as fast as possible...
Zimo, I'm sorry... I owe you a wedding, I'm afraid I can't make it up... and for our Xiao Xiao, I'm sorry, don't blame Mom...
...
Watching Leng Zimo's figure swiftly heading towards the door, Luo Xiaoqian weakly closed her eyes, and tears slipped down from her eyes.
Tears slid down her cheeks, landing on Luo Ke's fingers gripping her throat.
Seeing the two teardrops on the back of his hand, Luo Ke's fingers trembled, and he suddenly snapped back to reality, hurriedly releasing her.
"Sissi, Sissi..."
"Sir!" Two men rushed in from outside the door, "What happened?!"
