He Tang was pressed into a bathtub full of cold water, struggling in vain, nearly drowning several times.
In dire straits, one always clings to the hope of life. She grabbed the edge of the bathtub, her head emerging from the water as she coughed violently.
When she could speak, she cursed hysterically, "Zhang Qian, you son of a bitch, if you have the guts, just kill me!"
At this moment, Zhang Qian had long lost the polished facade of the elite. His expression was dark as he said, "Kill you? What a joke. I'm a lawyer, not stupid enough for that. I've got plenty of ways to make you wish for death... but rest assured, I'm not ready to let you die just yet."
He released his grip on He Tang and got up, leaving the bathroom.
He Tang staggered to her feet in the bathtub, sending water splashing everywhere.
She was terrified of everything here, the cold bathroom, the empty living room, the lifeless bedroom, and that basement which made her feel sick.