"Zhao Yang, don't fucking scare me; my dad is right in this room. If I die in there, you won't have it easy either!"
Although he spoke boldly, Li Jiazhuang secretly murmured in his heart, could it be that Zhao Yang really wanted to kill me yesterday, and it was just a mishap?
Seeing the half-convinced, half-doubtful look on Li Jiazhuang's face, Zhao Yang couldn't help but laugh and said, "You won't care about that stuff when you're dead. Decide for yourself if you want to continue today."
Li Jiazhuang stood in place, thinking for a long time, and finally decided to continue with the treatment. He walked into the inner room, feeling nervous, then suddenly regretted it, but when he turned around, he found that Zhao Yang had already entered the room and closed the door.
"What's the hurry for!" Li Jiazhuang's lips trembled as he spoke.
"My time is precious, so stop the nonsense and go lie down," said Zhao Yang.
