Huang Yanyan's body ached, her wrists sore from the tight ropes that bound her to the cold metal chair. The dim light in the warehouse flickered above her, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the smell of dust and damp, and the faint sound of dripping water echoed in the distance. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to escape, but so far, there was no opening. Every time she tugged at the ropes, they cut into her skin, a painful reminder of how helpless she was in this situation.
Despite the pain, Yanyan's face remained resolute, her jaw clenched as she glared at Xie Liang, who stood in front of her with a smug smile. He paced slowly, holding a set of documents in his hand, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the empty space. His sharp suit and polished appearance were a stark contrast to the grim surroundings. He was calm, too calm, as if everything was unfolding exactly as he had planned.