Song Jinsen suddenly felt as if he had caught his breath, but his face immediately turned deathly pale.
He had not expected that things would end this way...
Ling Mo's words were harsh, but not wrong.
If he had not acted so pretentiously, at least his fate would be a little better than now.
Now, he had thoroughly enraged Ling Mo and also discarded the last shred of dignity as a captive.
Benefits? How dare he think of benefits now, being lucky to stay alive would already be good enough...
"I..." Song Jinsen looked gloomily and opened his mouth with a complex gaze.
"Did I allow you to speak?" Ling Mo cut him off without any politeness.
His words choked Song Jinsen, who turned his face dark but obediently closed his mouth.
"Don't move." Ling Mo's voice came again.
Song Jinsen, who was about to turn his neck, immediately stiffened, and his legs felt like they were filled with lead, firmly glued to the ground.
