C122 Bound

Zhao He was tied to a wooden chair, and his eyes were still as dark as ever.

A fragrant breeze blew in front of him, accompanied by the sound of light footsteps. Zhao He could keenly sense that someone was approaching him.

As his chin was lifted, an unfamiliar voice sounded from the top of his head.

"I've heard a lot about you, Zhao He."

Although this voice was unfamiliar