Jian Sirun looked at the drug he had just developed. He grinned, revealing a row of small, white teeth, a sinister smile glinting in his eyes. "This thing will definitely make Si Junyan beg for life but be unable to obtain it, beg for death but be unable to achieve it. He will certainly love it!"
Si Junyan sneezed violently and suddenly woke up.
His arm was still excruciatingly painful; he inhaled sharply.
"Xinxin, what kind of quack did you find? Why does it still hurt so much!"
Xinxin had deliberately dislocated one of his arms, and now she was intentionally finding doctors to perform useless surgeries to torment him! Si Junyan wished he could tear Xinxin limb from limb.
"Why the hell are you screaming?" One of Xinxin's men, Aliang, rushed in and kicked Si Junyan over. "Show some respect for Sister Xin! Use honorifics when you speak. Has no one taught you any manners?"
