'Slap!'
That crisp sound was produced by Yue Tingfeng slapping away Yan Qingsi's hand.
"The hell are you touching him for? Watch out for infections."
Yan Qingsi rolled her eyes at him. She took out a loaded hypodermic needle and gave it to Yue Tingfeng. "Do it."
Stunned, he asked, "What's this for?"
He knew full well that it was for Yan Mingxiu but he was also aware that it was not something beneficial.
Yan Qingsi shot him a glance. "You don't need to care so much. It's not to kill him, it's just to make him sleep forever without waking up."
If something happened to Yan Mingxiu, it would be a crushing blow to the Yan family.
The first step in her quest for revenge was to dispose of Yan Mingxiu. Since the plan was already well underway, there was no turning back anymore.
Yue Tingfeng saw how stony and devoid of emotion her eyes were.
He pulled Yan Qingsi into his embrace and said, "Dragging me down with you?"
