Lu Yichen covered his arm, which had been pricked by a needle. His expression became more and more unsightly.
"Mu Hui, you actually dared to lay a hand on me. Do you believe that I'll call the police right now?"
Mu Hui's pitch-black eyes did not have the slightest ripple of emotion.
"Sure, I just want to ask the police how many years they will sentence you for illegally detaining people to perform blood transfusions."
Tang Yu looked at Mu Hui, who was protecting her, and her heart was filled with admiration.
Lu Yichen suddenly felt guilty, but he could not swallow his anger.
"Do you know that Ye Zhi is on the brink of death?"
"Oh? Does it have anything to do with me?" asked Mu Hui coldly.
Lu Yichen had been fretting over the matter the entire time. However, as Mu Hui had messed with him, he looked extremely dejected.
"Mu Hui, I'm begging you, just take it as pity on me."
