Su Ruobai woke up in darkness.

Both hands were bound behind his back, and there were coarse ropes around his ankles. He struggled, resembling a limbless eel.

There was no sound or light around. Su Ruobai could smell the scent of dry wood. Before losing consciousness, he heard someone on the intercom ordering to bring him to the warehouse. Su Ruobai thought he must really be in a warehouse used for storing wood.

If that's the case, with so many warehouses in Shangcheng, it will take a long time for the police to discover his disappearance and conduct a search.

Su Ruobai exhaled a breath, and the position he lay in stirred up a cloud of dust, causing him to cough uncontrollably.

Suddenly, a series of urgent coughing sounds echoed in the spacious area, which seemed especially abrupt.

After an unknown amount of time, Su Ruobai slowly regained consciousness. His hand came into contact with the cold wall behind him as he propped himself up and sat against it, his expression blank as he gazed into the darkness ahead.

How should he escape?

Or how can the message be transmitted?

Will Wen Wannian realize that he is missing in his later years and then report it to the police?

Various problems smashed into his mind, causing his somewhat chaotic heartbeat to calm down a lot.

This incident was ultimately an accident. Wen Nian, who had no knowledge of the grudge between him and Su Qiaoqiao, probably never expected that he would be kidnapped.

However, it's also possible that it wasn't done by Su Qiaoqiao, she's just the one with the strongest suspicion.

If it's not Su Qiaoqiao, then who could it be?

Su Ruobai knew that he had a weak body and he never caused trouble or went out, so how could he have any enemies? Besides Su Qiaoqiao, there was no one else who would be so bored as to kidnap an innocent sickly child with no grievances or grudges.

If it's for the purpose of kidnapping for ransom, then there's even less reason. Everyone in the country knows that he was married off to an inexperienced lawyer by the Su family. Who would kidnap him for ransom? The penniless lawyer or the Su family that has already cast him off like old shoes?

None of the guesses make sense.

Just as he was wracking his brains but couldn't figure it out, there suddenly came a sound from somewhere in the darkness, like the sound of a chain hitting the ground.

The next moment, the heavy gate creaked open, and a beam of light shone in.

The paragraph translates to: 'It was directly facing Su Ruobai's direction. He squinted his eyes, wanting to use his hand to block the sudden brightness, but remembered that his hands and feet were tied.'

"Who are you?" Su Ruobai forced herself to calm down and asked hoarsely.

The people at the entrance didn't speak, and walked straight in, holding a straw and a cup of porridge in their hands.

Yes, it's like the kind of porridge sold at the school gate, sealed with a milk tea blanket.

The man inserted the straw and wordlessly handed it over to Su Ruobai's lips.

Su Ruobai glanced at the man. He had a buzz cut, black sunglasses, and a black suit. He was with the group of people who had kidnapped him.

"I won't eat it." Su Ruobai paused for a moment and pretended to be disgusted, saying, "It's bought from the street; it's unhygienic."

The man remained silent, stubbornly pressing the straw against Su Ruobai's lips.

Su Ruobai moved away again, glaring at him in annoyance. "Didn't you hear what I said? I said I won't eat it. This porridge is unhygienic."

In the next second, the African-American man, as if he had completed a mission, placed the porridge on the ground and turned around to leave.

Su Ruobiao saw that he was about to leave and hurriedly called out to him from behind. However, the other party walked out in a rigid manner as if completely deaf, closed the door, and locked it.

Su Ruobai closed his eyes in despair.

After an unknown amount of time, he inclined his body slightly and felt the warm porridge behind his back. His hand followed the plastic cup's wall upwards until it touched the straw, and he slowly pulled it out.

A high-quality straw, with its sharp edge, occasionally leaves a bloody trace on delicate skin.