Zhen Yiping didn't understand the situation, but he still went out.
Only Sang Qianqian and Shen Hanyu were left in the room, and the air was extremely quiet.
"What are you doing here?" Shen Hanyu asked in a low voice.
"Didn't Mr. Zhen already tell you? I'm here to give you the antidote."
Sang Qianqian sized Shen Hanyu up. He did not look too good. In fact, he looked even more haggard and tired than he had been a few days ago.
When she saw him that night, his nasal voice was very heavy, as if he had caught a cold. It had been a few days, but he still had not recovered.
It must be because his body was being corroded by the poison, which made him weaker and weaker. At this point, even a small illness would be difficult to cure.
"Did you catch a cold?" Sang Qianqian furrowed her brows. "Have you taken medicine?"
"Qianqian,"
