At dawn, the heavy rain had just ceased.
The people outside had been waiting in the rain all night.
Mo Shangjun went upstairs to take a glance; the man had been drenched by the rain all night, his clothes still soaking wet now.
On seeing her, the two drowsy guards immediately woke up, hurriedly stood up, and looked at her with some embarrassment.
Mo Shangjun didn't concern herself with them, instead, she walked directly towards the man, loosening the rope that tied him to the chair, but the handcuffs on his hands remained locked. A person with the key came over, only to be stopped by Mo Shangjun.
"Leave it as is," Mo Shangjun told him. Then, lowering her head to look at the man, she smiled and said, "You can untie it yourself, right?"
The man glanced at her sideways without uttering a word.
"That means you can," Mo Shangjun stood up straight, then clapped her hands and cast a casual glance at his feet. "Get up. I don't have the strength to carry you."
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