At that moment, his smile suddenly froze, his eyes opened wide as he hurriedly leaned over to look at his right arm. At this point, Tang Shiyun's hand had inexplicably picked up a syringe, its needle precisely stabbed into his arm. Not only that, the liquid in the syringe had already been completely injected into his body.
"Girl, you..." Ling Chen didn't have time to say more, hurriedly pulling out the needle and climbing off the bed.
Seeing Ling Chen's cold face, Tang Shiyun involuntarily curled into a ball, her face full of fear.
"I... I didn't mean to..." Tang Shiyun stammered, "I just..." as she spoke, she burst into tears.
Ling Chen glanced at the syringe in his hand, his mouth slightly open, ready to say something. But suddenly, a strange sensation appeared inside his body, his limbs seemed unwilling to cooperate, and his strength gradually waned. Suddenly, his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to the floor, foaming at the mouth.
