Yang Fan held Ying in his left hand and the shed skin of Ying in his right, striding down the mountain.
Wang Daqiang followed closely beside Yang Fan, gripping a ruler, alert and ready to act at any moment.
The lights in Zhou Yingnan's small courtyard were already lit.
Though it was in the desolate mountains and wilderness, Zhou Yingnan had arranged things quite delicately. The evening glow made the place look stunning.
Pushing open the wooden door, which seemed to serve more decorative purposes than practical ones, Yang Fan called out to Zhou Yingnan, who rushed out of the straw pavilion: "Miss Zhou, do you have any iron chains? Find me two."
"Yes, I'll grab them right away." Zhou Yingnan quickly turned back to the wooden house to retrieve two iron chains.
Yang Fan used the iron chains to bind Ying tightly with three loops, securing it to a utility pole.
Zhou Yingnan, visibly alarmed, asked from the side, "Is this the thing that's been stalking me all the time?"
