She'd figured it out by now. Chaisi was nothing more than a hound.
And what's on a hound's mind? Nothing but a target and the chase. Trying to deal with him like a normal person was like pouring water down a drain—it vanished without a sound.
Anyone else in his position would have let Jin Xueli out of her cell, as a matter of both common sense and decency. But concepts like "lending a hand" or "making up for the trouble you've caused" seemed to be completely absent from Chaisi's vocabulary.
But when he had a clear objective, everything changed.
When Chaisi had initially refused to help, Jin Xueli had assumed finding the key would be a huge pain. She'd been a little anxious, worried that the information she'd offered wouldn't be worth the effort in his eyes. As it turned out, she'd barely had time to sit down before he was already back.
"Huh?" Jin Xueli asked, stunned. "Did you forget something?"
The tall figure didn't answer, but a crisp jingle of keys sounded from his hand.
