Ding Weimin stared hard at the adamantine glass surrounding him with bright eyes. He'd heard Yang Xue's words just now. These past days he'd been feeling increasingly lethargic and could barely keep himself awake but at this moment, his entire body was brimming with energy.
He was suddenly informed by the researchers back at the Ding estate that the procedure was going to be carried out here and although being like this in front of so many people who admired him made him a bit uncomfortable, nobody could see him and that was enough.
He clenched his fists. This action caused the amount of blood dripping from the cuts on his arm to increase but he didn't care. Yang Xue was finally willing to help him!
Satisfaction bloomed in his heart. He knew the mandron wouldn't hold on for too long. In the end, Yang Xue was still the sweet mandron he knew. Those cold eyes that had haunted him from the Military hospital was just a thing of the moment.
