It took Lin Mo about fifteen seconds to find Zhong Qiaomeng on the fifth floor.
When the door opened, Zhong Qiaomeng had either been frightened into unconsciousness or had passed out from lack of oxygen; nonetheless, her clothes were undisturbed.
Lin Mo's slender fingers lifted slightly, sending an invisible stream of air into Zhong Qiaomeng's body.
At the same time, the restraints on her body disintegrated into fragments, yet she herself was unharmed.
She soon came to.
"Thank you, Lin Mo. If you hadn't arrived in time, I would have, I would have…" Zhong Qiaomeng stared at the retreating figure of the aloof young man, her heart swelling with deep gratitude.
Lin Mo, with his back to her, simply said, "Come with me."
"Okay."
Zhong Qiaomeng nodded, though inwardly she complained, 'Couldn't you at least have pulled me up after saving me?'
Lin Mo walked ahead, with Zhong Qiaomeng following behind.
When they reached the third-floor window, Lin Mo pointed down: "Jump."