"Uncle Ding, don't move.
We'll ensure your safety, rest assured."
Old Ding did indeed remain still, not because he trusted Song Yi, but because his grip was too strong.
As Song Yi looked on, his feelings were complex.
If it really was an insect, the consequences would be unthinkable.
"Recently?"
"No, I haven't been anywhere, you've asked three times already," he replied.
Old Ding was somewhat speechless, these people really were all friends, thinking alike.
Jiang Yuan's assistant had come over with Zhang Kaiyang.
Ye Mianmian and Fan Qing also came down, not much stuff left to pack up.
Qin Yue, however, did not come down; there were still two children to look after, and she was concerned.
This tiny duty room was already packed full.
"Uncle Ding, for your safety, we need to remove this object.
It might hurt a bit, so be prepared."
Just before, Song Yi had already explained the risks to him.
