Qiao Qiangwei and Qiao Jianbo had depended on each other since childhood, and Qiao Qiangwei always listened to her brother.
Knowing her brother's personality and seeing how cold-blooded he had become, she feared that Fang Zhi might be in mortal danger if they waited any longer.
Her eyebrows knitted tightly, her gaze suddenly caught sight of a knife placed on a table not too far away.
Biting her lower lip, she hurried forward, grabbed the knife, and turned it toward herself.
"What are you doing!"
Qiao Jianbo roared and was about to step forward to stop her when Qiao Qiangwei backed away, "Brother, don't come closer, don't force me, please, I'm begging you, can you give me the antidote?"
She did not understand why her brother and Fang Zhi had such a big grudge, insisting on tormenting Fang Zhi.
"You think I'll give you the antidote just because you're doing this."
After Qiao Jianbo said this, he turned his head and walked towards the door.
"Brother!"
