As An Yiqing had expected, three days later, Newt called. His voice over the phone was very weak. After being tormented by the poison for three days, he was already on the verge of death.
"Miss An, I agree to your terms. Please save me, I don't want to die..."
An Yiqing laughed, a cold smile. She thought he could endure a few more days, but he couldn't even last three.
"Tonight at seven, I'll come to your place, and we'll have a good talk."
That evening, An Yiqing arrived punctually in Newt's bedroom. When Newt woke up and opened his eyes, he found a woman standing silently by his bedside. Startled, the days of torment combined with the sudden fright caused him to nearly faint.
An Yiqing reached out and lightly slapped him several times, and Newt immediately felt much better. Only then did he notice who this woman was. Instantly, his expression changed.
"An, Miss An..."
