When Mo Yan woke up again, she found herself locked in a dark room. Outside, she could vaguely hear the sound of a car passing by.
The room was extremely dark. There was only a yellow incandescent lamp, and the light was only enough to illuminate a small area.
A man in his early forties was sitting not far away. He looked at her from top to bottom with interest, and a disgusting smile hung on his face. Seeing that Mo Yan had woken up, he licked his lips greedily. "You woke up earlier than I expected. Are you satisfied wit my place?"
Mo Yan recognized that he was the man who had taken her away at the party.
"What exactly do you want with me?" Mo Yan sat upright and looked around. The decoration of the room was surprisingly simple. There were only two chairs and a table. On the table was the box lunch that the man had just finished. It seemed to be a temporarily abandoned warehouse.