Jiang Feishun clutched his stomach in pain, unable to move his body, as sweat beads the size of peas formed on his forehead. Hearing this, he looked up at Nan Yu standing above him.
Her previously beautiful face now resembled a venomous, deadly scorpion.
He gritted his teeth and said, "The documents aren't with me."
Nan Yu found a rope in the room, tied him up, dragged a chair over, and sat in front of him, speaking as if she were interrogating a prisoner.
"Where are the documents?"
Jiang Feishun struggled against the ropes, but found them tightening the more he writhed. He curled up and said indignantly, "I don't know."
Nan Yu raised an eyebrow, slowly stood up, and walked toward the kitchen.
Seeing her movement, Jiang Feishun looked puzzled. Before he could figure it out, he saw Nan Yu, smiling, carrying a kitchen knife back with her.
"Lawyer Jiang, one should consider the consequences before speaking. I'll give you one more chance, where are the documents?"
