Everything seemed to be a coincidence. Nan Qiao didn't expect to meet Murong Zheng and Nan Jin after she was dragged away.
Nan Qiao didn't say anything as she gently raised her feet and stood not far from the bed. From here, she could see Nan Jin's condition.
"I shouldn't—Hiss!" Nan Jin was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly felt so much pain that he almost cried out.
He wanted to clarify what had happened, but right on the heels of that, he felt a cold needle piercing into his leg, interrupting his speech.
Murong Zheng looked at Nan Jin, who was chattering non-stop, and slowly injected the liquid in the syringe into his body.
How talkative.
Seeing that the person had stopped talking, Murong Zheng's furrowed brows relaxed a little.
However, Nan Jin's willpower was stronger than Murong Zheng thought. He endured the pain and looked at the spot where Nan Qiao was standing just now.
