Noon, twelve o'clock.
Zhao Yunpeng woke up feeling groggy.
Opening his eyes, he saw someone sitting beside him, leisurely crossing their legs and smoking a cigarette.
"Who... who are you? Where am I?"
Zhao Yunpeng was still somewhat dazed at this point.
The seated person smiled faintly and said, "Mr. Zhao, you're awake. Let me introduce myself, my name is Chen Fang."
"Oh, Director Chen."
Zhao Yunpeng responded.
Suddenly, he jerked alert.
Asking, "Where is this? What happened to me?"
While speaking, he tried to struggle up from the bed.
It was then he realized that he couldn't move his body at all. Glancing down, he saw that both his hands were tied with rope, hanging from the head of the bed.
The feeling was the same with his feet.
His legs were also bound with ropes, hanging from the foot of the bed.
At this moment, he was completely naked, spread-eagled and fixed to a large bed.
"Chen Fang, what are you doing?"
