Heh, Lin Jinyan, Lin Jinyan, death is upon you, and you still can't remember why, haha, how ironic." Lin Shan'er stared at Lin Jinyan's swollen cheeks, her smile widening with delight.Lin Jinran immed..."Let me go, you're illegally imprisoning me, let me go!" Lin Jinran's face changed drastically, struggling violently.

Alas, she was no match for them alone. With all her might, she dragged Lin Jinyan into the small dark room.

Several people pushed him with all their might. Lin Jinran stumbled and rushed forward, falling to the dusty ground.

She looked up and just caught sight of the door about to close, and Xu Xiao-Xiao's smug face outside!

The door slammed shut, plunging the tiny house into utter darkness.

Lin Jin, ignoring the pain in his leg, scrambled to his feet and, driven by instinct, rushed to the door and pounded on it.

"Open the door, let me out, open the door!"

There was no sound of anyone outside, as if they had all left.

Lin Jinran, heart pounding with anxiety, furrowed her brows. She remembered there was a light switch inside the hut. Her slender fingers grazed the wall, and soon, Lin Jinran's expression brightened.

There it was, and she pressed it with incredible speed.

The room was still pitch black. Lin Jin pressed the doorbell repeatedly, but there was no response. She pounded on the door with all her might, her palms turning red from the impact. Her voice grew hoarse from shouting, but no one came to open the door for her.

Lin Jinran didn't know that the light switch had long been turned off by Xu Xiaoxiao who had left. Not only was the door to the small black room locked, but so was the door to the conference room.

The cries for help, through two doors, couldn't possibly be heard by anyone!

In the pitch-black environment, with no vision, hearing becomes extremely sensitive, and even breathing sounds become crystal clear.

Lin Jin's phone was in the office, and even if she screamed for help, no one would come to open the door for her. Now, there was nothing left but to wait. Tang Wanting let her go.

Sitting on the dusty floor, she leaned against the door, her eyes closed, waiting.

It's possible she didn't sleep well last night, Lin Jinran ended up falling asleep leaning against the door. She didn't know how long she slept for before waking up. She licked her lips, which were dry from calling out too much just a while ago, and patted the door with her hand, hoping someone would hear her.

No one still came to open the door for her.

Time ticks away, every minute and second, moving relentlessly forward.

When there is something to do, one moves swiftly. When there is nothing to do, every day seems like a year.

Especially now, she is hungry and thirsty, and feeling unwell.

Lim Jin-yan, trying to minimize his activity, relied on imagination. He envisioned what styles he could design for Fu Mo-han, what kind of fabrics he should procure, and how those would look on him. He imagined the effect, enduring the darkness.

I had thought up four or five plans in my head, but the door still wouldn't open.

Lin Jinran didn't know she had been locked up for a whole day.

By this time, work was over. Some had already forgotten she was locked in the conference room. Those who knew she was stuck in the "small dark room" were too lazy to come and help her.

Someone also opened the conference room door, seeing an empty conference room, thinking that Lin Jinyan had already left, cursed a few words and closed the door.

Lin Jin Dye, still locked in the small dark room, had no idea how long he'd been there.

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The Fu Group, Office of the President.

The room was as bright as day. Fu Mochen was intently handling business, completely ignoring the child. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, the sky had long been filled with stars.

The phone on the right hand flickered suddenly.

He glanced over and saw that it was Zhang Sao calling. He lifted his long, slender finger holding the phone and pressed the answer button.

The phone connected, Zhang's worried voice, urgent and filled with concern, rang out. "Young Master, Madam hasn't come back yet. She always calls me if she doesn't return, but today there was no call at all. I tried calling her, but no one answered. Is something wrong"

Fu Mo'han's heart sank. He said calmly, "I know. I'll go find her." classroom, dining hall to dormitory, Fu Shaoqing followed Dean Zhang as he walked, finally arriving at the data room. 。The scattered documents had been tidied up and neatly arranged on the shelves. F...