"You said Zhuang Liu is about to die; do you have any evidence to prove that?" Tan Rou asked nonchalantly, "He seems to be in good health to me. Besides, he told me his legs were just injured and that he would recover soon."
"Hmph!" Song Lin scoffed with a mysterious air, "I'm telling you, Zhuang Liu's legs weren't just injured; he was poisoned!"
Tan Rou clenched her hands. Only the Zhuang family and a few insiders knew about the poisoning of Zhuang Liu's legs. Why did Song Lin know about this?
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Tan Rou continued to probe Song Lin, "If it's poison, the Zhuang family would have cured it long ago."
Song Lin revealed a mysterious smile, "If the Zhuang family could cure it, they would have done so already, but perhaps someone doesn't want Zhuang Liu's legs to recover. And he must be at a point now where no medicine can save him. Don't be fooled by how he looks now; it could be his final glow. Nowadays, Zhuang Liu is living each day as if it's a gain."
