"Ye Dong..." Nan Zhifeng turned back and rebuked, "Release my brother."
"Sorry, Miss Nan," Ye Dong replied politely, "Without the master's orders, I can't do that."
"You..." Nan Zhifeng rushed over, trying to snatch the keys from him.
But Ye Dong just smiled and said, "Don't bother, I don't have the keys. Only the master's fingerprint can unlock this cell."
"Bastard!!!"
Nan Zhifeng of course knew that although they did not hit Di Lingzhi or mistreat him, being locked up in such a gloomy environment, with no one to talk to, no interaction, and no entertainment, would drive anyone to a mental breakdown.
Especially for someone as paranoid as Di Lingzhi.
"He injured the young master, who's still lying in the hospital bed," Ye Dong reminded her, "So who's the real bastard?"
"You..." Nan Zhifeng was at a loss for words.
"The master is being kind," Ye Dong said, somewhat indignant, "If it were someone else, Di Lingzhi would have died eight hundred times over."
