RING RING RING!
In the Mu Family's estate in the Central State, a cell phone began to ring inside a specially-made prison cell.
Yan Qingshan glanced at the caller ID, then placed the phone in front of Yan Duo—whose limbs had been crippled and who was wrapped up like a mummy. "You know what to say, right?"
"Rest assured, Master. I understand." Yan Duo was now one of Yan Qingshan's slaves.
Yan Qingshan had learned the art of Soul Control from Jiang Xinghai and was putting it to good use.
The call connected.
"Du'Er, tell your grandpa all about your current situation." Yan Haifeng's eyes were filled with anticipation, but at the same time, he was worried about the stubborn illness plaguing his young wife.
