Dr. Hao took a deep breath.
He continuously hypnotized himself, repeating that murder was illegal, especially when it came to big shots like Lu Hualiang, who were not to be messed with and better avoided.
After several self-hypnosis sessions, he finally told him calmly, She's fine.
Just being whipped by his wife, as long as she doesn't actually stab you with a knife, you won't die.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Hualiang stared at the desk, lost in thought.
He always felt that Dr. Hao's words didn't make sense.
Even if Xia Weibao had been sick for three years, as a modern person, she couldn't possibly be completely out of touch with society, could she?
Didn't she know how dangerous it was to get into fights, act undercover, handle guns, or fly planes?
Recalling her various odd behaviors on a daily basis, it seemed that she really didn't know anything about the present things.
Instead, she was proficient with ancient things.
