"How long have you been preparing for this?"
Yin Shen's voice was muffled.
"For what?"
Yin Shen: "Keeping me here."
Chuzheng thought for a while and answered seriously, "Since you imprisoned me."
Yin Shen: "..."
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Chuzheng permitted Yin Shen to contact people outside to avoid his disappearance causing too much trouble.
"Aren't you afraid I'll call someone to rescue me?"
Chuzheng leaned against the table, flipping through a book casually. Hearing this, she lowered her head slightly to look at him: "Can they find you?"
Yin Shen: "..."
Yin Shen stopped talking and focused on writing.
As Chuzheng watched him, his writing was as pleasing to the eye as he was.
After finishing the letter, Yin Shen asked Chuzheng, "Where did you put the clothes I wore before?"
"Why?"
"There's an insignia inside; otherwise, they won't believe it."
The clothes Yin Shen was wearing now were brought by Chuzheng later; his previous ones had long been taken away.
