The burly man was frightened by his cold expression and sharp words.
He hurriedly got to his feet, afraid Lin Heng would go back on his word, and dragged his injured body around before fleeing.
As long as the young master was not dead, he could return safely to Black Tortoise Hall.
Leng Qingyun tied Wu Chen up with a rope, then stood and patted her little hands.
"(′?ω?`) Lin Bao, I thought you were going to kill him."
Lin Heng put an arm around her, helplessness written all over his face. "My Dummy Senior Sister, we've already gotten the eye. Killing him would only keep the benefits from being maximized."
"As long as he's in my hands, the people of Black Tortoise Hall won't dare act rashly. I don't want the people around me to be threatened too."
"Damn Lin Heng, why do I feel like you're treating us as burdens, calling us soft spots every other sentence?"
"?(???) Sister Xiao Yao, Lin Heng probably didn't mean it that way. He probably just doesn't want to add pressure on us. After all, being bitten by mosquitoes and insects is pretty annoying too," Zhao Wanqing said, scratching her head.
"See? Wanqing understands me after all!"
"Aiya, of course I know! You suddenly got all affectionate, so it felt kind of hard to get used to!"
"Uh... well, then I have a question!" Jiang Caiyan raised a small hand and said softly.
"What is it, Caiyan?"
"What question?"
"I can understand that what you mean, Lin Heng, is that by keeping this young master under control, Black Tortoise Hall won't dare trip us up. But what if they give up on him? What if they have more than one son, right?"
"That may be true, but Xiao Yan... have you ever