Frustration nearly engulfed him in an instant.
He was furious.
That was why he lacked even the most basic courtesy.
All for a woman who held another in her heart, he had become unrecognizable even to himself.
Bo Fengheng hated Mu Yin, but he hated himself even more.
Never had anyone made him lose control to such an extent.
"Second Young Master Chu, I am not you. You will never understand Aluo's worth, so it's better to save your breath. Now that you're already in Yangcheng, I expect to see Aluo by noon, or you can forget about both me and the vaccine," the man said decisively, leaving no room for negotiation.
Bo Fengheng's face turned the color of iron, and he sneered wildly, "Fine, Mu Yin, just wait and see. As long as you are in Yangcheng, even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find you."
He meant that he would definitely not agree to his demand to hand over the woman.
Bo Fengheng had never been threatened by anyone.
