Jia Li struggled harder to open her eyes and finally the world righted itself.
"What…what is…what is wrong with Tang? Who did…what the hell did you do to him?" she stuttered, realised, then stuttered some more.
Tang sat, right in front of her, his arms tied painfully together with tape. His feet were bound tightly to one of the dining table chairs which had been pulled here and the mouth was shut too. Bewildered, she looked from Fu to Tang and back. She couldn't comprehend the situation fully.
"Before you repeat your inane questions, let me help you get comfortable," he said congenially.
It was then that she realised that her hands and feet had been tied up as well. And that she was leaning sideways on the sofa, looking at the surreal tableau.
"You spiked the tea," she accused him, finally realising the slowness of her reaction and the cause of it.
