580 Turning the hand is the cloud, and overturning the hand is the rain

"Brother Dao, don't worry, I know…"

When Fang Qing awoke, she heard a man's voice.

Even with a strong will, she was ultimately a woman. Facing this situation, it was inevitable she'd feel some panic, and she quickly checked her condition.

Her clothes were intact.

But her hands and feet were firmly bound.

Fang Qing struggled for a while, only to find herself unable to move.

In the same situation, most women might scream for help, but she did not. Realizing she had not been violated, she breathed a sigh of relief and then began to calmly and rationally observe her surroundings.

The man outside was still on the phone.

This was a bedroom, likely a very ordinary residential house. She was tied to a bed, and through the window, she could see that the weather was overcast, with a hint of rain, and the exterior walls of the other buildings seemed quite old.

Perhaps she could try to call for help through the window?