Such a treacherous old fox!
Lu Jincheng sighed in resignation, looking at Leng Shuangshuang, "And the feet."
Initially, Leng Shuangshuang didn't understand why, with his hands already untied, he still needed her help. When she saw how his feet were tied, she found it both amusing and frustrating.
She crouched under the table opposite him, fiddled around, and found the rope wrapped around once, with the final knot tied under his chair.
Leng Shuangshuang stood up, "It can't be untied from this side, you'll have to start from your side."
Upon hearing this, Lu Jincheng looked at the distance between his feet and the table, feeling another wave of headache.
The space was very small; if she were to untie him, she would have to crouch right in front of him, and they'd inevitably be very close.
After pondering for a moment, Lu Jincheng gave up the idea and said to her, "Go find a knife and cut the rope."
