Jeonghan looked at Seungcheol's bruised wrist, "Why have they kept your right hand handcuffed?" "Because I'm a potential threat to them." Seungcheol chuckled bitterly, "And that's true. The day I'm left open, they're gone." Jeonghan inhaled a deep breath, "Mr. Choi, that's not it. You can't-" "I can." Seungcheol glared at the younger, "And I will." "I won't let you." Jeonghan maintained a stern demeanor. "And who are you again?" Seungcheol raised a brow. "Your therapist." Jeonghan replied confidently. "Pretty sure my confident little therapist will be swipped off before them." Seungcheol grinned menacingly. "We'll see about that." Jeonghan stood up, "The sessions will start from tomorrow, I'll be back." "I hope not." Seungcheol grumbled beneath his breath.