Mu Jinyu saw that they had fallen silent and let out a cold laugh, then turned to Xu Zhixin, whose expression was growing colder, and said, "Being messed with by them like this, tell me, am I angry? I am so angry I can't even eat, how do you expect me to treat your father? I'm not in the mood to treat him, and begging me is useless. I'm afraid that with my bad mood, one wrong injection could not only fail to cure your dad but might actually hasten his death!"
Mu Jinyu knew that by speaking these words, they would all face retaliation from the Xu Family, but he didn't care about that at all.
If he wasn't capable, wouldn't he have been thrown into jail by them just now?
He wasn't anyone to be trifled with—just now, they called him a thief, wanted to call the police, called him a kept man, this and that, did they ever consider his feelings?!
