Sun Zhe's eyes were bloodshot, his body trembling with rage. "Zhou Xiaolong, you scumbag!" he roared. "If you have a problem, come after me, damn it! What kind of man picks on a woman?"
Zhou Xiaolong chuckled on the other end of the line. "I'm not interested in men, so why would I come after you? If I'm coming after anyone, it's going to be your pretty little stepmother."
"You animal, just you wait!"
Sun Zhe hung up abruptly, grabbed a jacket, and stormed out.
***
Night fell. In the Yangcheng Industrial Zone, inside a factory that had been abandoned for years, Zhu Yan sat on a worn-out office chair. Her hands were tied to the armrests, and her shapely, nylon-clad feet were tightly bound with tape.
One of her exquisite high heels was missing; the other dangled precariously from the tip of her toes, a tragically pitiful sight.
"Who are you people? What do you want?!"
"Let me go! I can give you money!"
"..."
