"Young Master of the Yunteng Family, we meet again."
In the dungeon where Teng Huayang was imprisoned, one day had passed when Ning Fan appeared before him once more.
Looking at Ning Fan's smile, Teng Huayang couldn't help but feel a surge of anger within, but since his life was still in the hands of another, he dared not show it and could only forcefully suppress the resentment in his heart, looking coldly at Ning Fan.
"Didn't you just come to find me yesterday? What brings you here today?"
Thinking of yesterday's events, Teng Huayang still felt uncomfortable. Being controlled by someone else was not a pleasant experience, especially for someone like him, who had been pampered all his life and could decide a person's fate with just a word; it was unbearable.
But as long as Teng Huayang wanted to keep living, he had to accept this humiliation.
