The man in black said, "Of course not."
"Then I'd better stay quiet, it'll save us all some energy," Ye Weining said.
The man in black: "..."
It was the first time he encountered such a calm hostage; the young lady had quite the nerve.
"Stop talking to her," another man in black said unhappily.
The atmosphere returned to silence once again, so quiet that you could hear your own breathing.
Suddenly, the two men in black stood up together and walked respectfully towards the door.
Someone's coming! Ye Weining also became tense, warily watching the newcomer: Who had the audacity to kidnap her?
"Young Master."
A respectful voice came, followed by the sound of leather shoes on the floor. Ye Weining carefully distinguished: the footsteps were light and somewhat unsteady, indicating the person's health was not good. As the footsteps approached, a faint smell of disinfectant filled the air—was it someone seriously ill?
