Li Xianglu, regaining consciousness, had cursed the person who had drugged her over a hundred times in her mind, as being drugged was the thing she hated the most in her life!
Of course, the reason was obvious; having had the experience of Ge Sanmei drugging her, she had grown extremely weary of such kidnapping methods.
Li Xianglu rubbed her swollen head, a painful aftermath of the sedatives. "Hey, I can move my hands."
Li Xianglu opened her eyes, propped herself up, and sat up. She was in a living room, lying on a genuine leather sofa.
Sitting up, Li Xianglu surveyed her surroundings. There was a coffee table, and opposite it was a color TV. There was a door, and it was open.
With a thought, Li Xianglu headed towards the door, her legs slightly weak but manageable to walk on.
It turned out to be a bungalow. Outside was a lush greenery, a long corridor flanked by grapevines laden with clusters of green and purple grapes.
