HIV?
Lu yiming furrowed his handsome brows. He curled his thin lips into an indistinct arc. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I suggest President Lu to investigate as well. I directly suspect that you’re the one who gave it to me.”
Lu Yiming reached out his palm, grabbed her slender wrist, and dragged her away.
Jun Xi Qing stumbled behind him. His strides were very big, and his tailored suit pants gave off an aura that was cold and murderous.
“What are you doing? Let Go of me!”
Lu Yeming did not look back at her. He grabbed her with one hand, put one hand into his pocket, and took out his phone. He expressionlessly dialed a phone number. “Hello, find an expert to come over, the kind that specializes in treating aids.”
Hearing this, Jun Xi Qing’s pupils contracted. “Lu Yeming, what do you want to Do?”
Lu Yeming turned back and looked at her. His deep voice was indifferent and calm, and there was a hint of a smile. “Aren’t you sick? Find someone to treat your illness.”
