"Master, look at him, isn't he miserable enough already?" Ding Rong frowned at Yin Lvqing and asked.
She thought they'd already tortured this person enough over the past few days. But unexpectedly, in Lin Caisang's eyes, he still had to be even worse off. Was she intending to drive him directly to death?
"Miserable?"
Lin Caisang glanced at Yin Lvqing again.
"What's so miserable about him? He's just a little filthy. His whole body is delicate and tender, pinch anywhere, and you'll leave a crease. There's not even a single wound on him. How does he look like someone who endured torment and barely escaped alive?"
She was precisely aiming to craft the image of Yin Lvqing being captured, tortured almost to death, and then barely managing to escape—wasn't that the idea?
"Now that you mention it, I know what to do." Ding Rong immediately responded after hearing Lin Caisang's words.
