บท 1230: You know President Feng is not simple.

In the darkness of some room, the struggling efforts of speaking could be heard. Although there was a yellow bulb suspended from the ceiling, the light coming from it was not enough to provide the whole room with enough brightness. 

From a distance, one could see a woman sitting on the chair, tied up with their hands behind their back and legs down on the floor. And no matter how that person struggled, she could simply not set herself free. She was trying to move on the chair, trying her best, but the more she moved, the more she felt the knots of the ropes getting tighter on her.