Having pacified Han Qianqian, Shi Annuo once again looked at the old man and asked, "Just tell us directly, what will it take for you to let us go?"
After a brief exchange of glances, the old man gently laughed, "The answer? I believe you don't need me to tell you."
He, in a profound and inscrutable manner, tossed back the words Shi Annuo had just said.
"Give it up, you've run out of options!" Shi Annuo persuaded.
He actually still had feelings for the old man, hoping he would let go of all the right and wrong, regardless of how many mistakes he had made in the past. After all, he was the one who had raised him, and he still hoped that the old man could live out his last years peacefully.
The old man coldly spat out heartless words, "You're not even taking a look at whose hands you're in, yet you dare to speak so brazenly!"
The expression on his face was also very cold, devoid of any of the previous affection.
