"It's you?"
Jiang Chen looked strangely at Fang Yuanyuan sitting on the chair.
Although she was sitting, the posture could not be described as elegant.
Her face was filled with horror, her hair was disheveled, and her lips were covered with black tape. Her limbs were tied up by nylon ropes in an indecent "M" style on the chair. Although her clothes were intact, she was without any kind of decency in this position.
Next to the bedside table was a laptop, the bright screen projected an audio file.
As if Jiang Chen had guessed something based on Fang Yuanyuan's appearance, he stepped forward and gently pressed the play button.
"Yo, girl, did you miss your brother?"
"Pervert... Let me tell you something, I have a classmate who made a fortune... No, no, clean background, I know that guy, he just got lucky."
Jiang Chen quietly listened to the voice recording and stared at Fang Yuanyuan with a faint smile on his face.
