Long Zhao Feng pushed a strand of hair away from his forehead.
"What is it? Speak."
"There is a possibility to make an antidote by using the blood of poisoned victims. I did not think about it on the first day. I only had the idea after the two patients unfortunately passed away."
Xiao Yue did not know what was it with Long Zhao Feng. Maybe it was because she had been branded as a murderer by him before, or because she was suspected of poisoning Long Yan, but Xiao Yue always felt like she had to defend herself in front of Long Zhao Feng. She desperately needed to be seen as a good person with pure motives, regardless of her past.
Long Zhao Feng did not seem to notice that Xiao Yue went on defensive mode. He merely tapped on the table with the tip of his finger. He was looking down at the floor, his gaze a little forlorn. Almost like a sleepy little boy.
"Continue?"
