Liu Zhenhan felt a twinge of regret for throwing that detestable Ferguson Xu into the sea as a hostage.
Because he had lost a crucial witness to vouch for him.
There was a frosty veil hanging over Ning Yu's face. Avril, donned in Ning Yu's white robe, had puffy eyes from crying, which shot a pain straight through Liu Zhenhan's heart.
Ning Yu never uttered a word. She bit her lip as tears streamed down her cheeks, and the crystal shell on her back quivered soundlessly.
"Despicable Beamon!" Avril trembled, but she could not utter another curse.
"Whether you believe it or not, it was Ferguson Xu who drugged you. What do you want me to do?" Liu Zhenhan felt really embarrassed.
"How could a sage master manufacture such a lowly drug and use it on his own loyal subordinate?" Ning Yu choked back her sobs, "I need him to confirm it with his own mouth!"
"You filthy pig!" Avril's face turned radiantly red.
