Six months before the present time, Zhao Li and Zhao Lanying regularly visited Mingshen for Zhao Li's treatment. It had been a few months since his treatment had begun and the more days passed by, the more anxious and guilty he felt and the more he thought that he was giving needless hope to Lanying.
"I think that-"
Mingshen cut his annoying words off before he could complete his sentence. "If you say along the lines of giving up, then I will bury you right here," he sneered. "I, Yang Mingshen, are treating you. I won't let you give a blemish to my outstanding reputation. What if my Spicy starts to hate me for it?"
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