"Qingqing..." Li Huan grew even more panicked. She looked helplessly from the woman tied to the chair to Su Qing, a strange dread creeping through her.
"Cousin, come with me." Su Qing hurried to the refrigerator, grabbing some pre-made snacks and fruit. She packed them up and handed them to Li Huan before leading her to the storage room. The room was mostly used for tools and other miscellaneous items, so it only had a layer of linoleum laid over the dirt floor.
Su Qing moved some junk out of the way, lifted a corner of the linoleum, and scraped at the dirt beneath it a few times, revealing a wooden panel. She then lifted the panel and said to the stunned Li Huan, "Cousin, you stay here for now. Wait for me to come back for you."
"Wait, Qingqing, since when did our storage room have a cellar?" Li Huan's face was a mask of confusion; she had no memory of it whatsoever.
