"Xiao Yan, you—"
Jiang Xu forcibly shook his head, feeling waves of darkness before his eyes and his vision quickly blurring.
Meanwhile, Jiang Xiaoyan was sitting there with her arms crossed, her gaze cold and indifferent, like a queen reigning supreme over the masses.
With a 'bang,' Jiang Xu's head slumped onto the table.
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When Jiang Xu woke up again, he found himself lying on a bed.
His hands were handcuffed to the head of the bed.
His feet were also shackled to the foot of the bed.
His entire body formed a 'big' character.
Jiang Xu was stunned.
His head still hurt a bit.
He shook his head forcefully and only then remembered what had happened before he passed out.
He surveyed his surroundings.
This was a room of about fifty or sixty square meters.
The decoration was quite normal.
It was just—
The pink light gave off an indecent vibe.
"Xiao Yan," Jiang Xu called out.
No response.