"My disciple has begged you like this too, right?"
Su Xiaolu looked at Wang Jiang coldly.
Wang Jiang's body stiffened. He couldn't answer.
Had An Lie begged him like this before? Of course he had. An Lie hoped that his mother could stay on land. She was not in good health and could not stand being adrift at sea. But what did he do? He said, "Dream on."
Wang Jiang's face turned pale. He understood that he had blocked his way out.
He looked at Su Xiaolu, swallowed his dry throat, and said with difficulty, "I'm Young Master Li's man. When you hit a dog, you have to look at its owner. Miss Su is traveling the martial world, and the Li Family has a certain prestige in the martial world…"
"Heh—"
Su Xiaolu sneered and interrupted Wang Jiang.
"Unfortunately, the Minggu Medical Sect is not unknown in the martial world. If you can't return the four lives, I'll naturally ask your master for them back."
