Ling Pingzhi, who was chatting with the dumpling store owner's daughter on WeChat, suddenly froze.
Free?
What does that mean?
It took him several seconds to realize he had gained a brand-new freedom, and he wore an incredulous expression.
He heard the internet cafe owner continue, "Wang Yueyue, your time isn't up yet. Come with me; you have no choice."
Ms. Wang Yueyue, who had been eagerly awaiting, slumped all at once, but she didn't dare defy the internet cafe owner and timidly said,
"How much longer... How much longer must I wait? I want to be free too! Can you give me a timeline?"
"It depends on your performance," said Wang Hao in a tone that was teasing yet definitive, "But even if your performance is exceptional, it'll be ten thousand years at least. After all, some things can't be undone, and ten thousand years is actually a light sentence."
"Ten thousand years?!" Wang Yueyue's face flushed and paled by turns, struggling to accept it.
