Damn!
Li Tingting looked at Rong Zi Chen. She would not miss this excellent opportunity.
After thinking, she took a photo using various angles with her phone.
After taking the picture, Li Tingting happily flipped through them. Now with these photos, she had leverage over him.
She thought for a while, then transferred the photos to her own email.
...
As soon as Rong Zi Chen opened his eyes, he felt as if his head was going to explode, the pain was unbearable.
He vigorously shook his head, and a moment of clarity came, and he was somewhat bewildered when he looked at the surroundings.
Where was this? It looked like a slum, with a grimy ceiling and an old fan hanging, and as his eyes moved, a shoddy wardrobe and yellowed windows came into view.
Rong Zi Chen's head started to hurt again, he had to lie back down, he felt something slippery in his hand.
He unconsciously squeezed it.
