Ding Yixin's gaze was icy, yet he smiled faintly at the "Rong Xingyu" who kept clamoring to go, and said, "When he comes back, that's when you'll be allowed to leave."
Ding Yixin stood up and opened a nearby drawer. He then pulling out a pair of shackles with a chain attached!
However, this pair of shackles was forged from pure gold, clearly custom-made.
When "Rong Xingyu" saw what Ding Yixin was holding, he cursed loudly and turned around to bolt toward the door.
But he was still easily caught by Ding Yixin, who twisted his body, grabbed his ankle, and dragged him back.
Panic finally appeared on "Rong Xingyu's" face.
He kept murmuring a name under his breath, as if calling out to some intangible, nonexistent being.
"Click."
Ding Yixin locked the shackle onto his ankle and let out a low chuckle. "When Yuyu comes back, who knows whether he'll still want to use your body. Forget it, let's keep you for now."
