Song Yi raised her head: "You won't kill him, but you might act recklessly."
She knew Fu Jingsheng well, with his iron hand and ruthless methods.
Upon hearing this, Fu Jingsheng shrugged, his eyes dyed with youthful defiance: "That's because I'm confident in what I'm doing."
"When will he wake up?" Song Yi asked.
Tang Si's hand was icy cold.
Touching his hand, she couldn't feel any body warmth from the man.
Song Yi felt this was not a good sign.
"I don't know." Fu Jingsheng said slowly: "He refused the injection recklessly, so I drugged him unconscious. When he'll wake up depends on when the pain becomes unbearable."
Song Yi frowned: "Drugged?"
"Pain unbearable, waking from the pain?"
