***
"Truly great love, I admire it!"
Qiao Chuleng exclaimed, but it wasn't from the heart—it was just a courtesy.
Lin Xuanzi smiled without speaking; he had no need to explain to others whether his feelings for Mai Xiaomai were great or narrow.
He started the initial acupuncture on Qiao Chuleng.
With just one needle, Qiao Chuleng felt as if his whole body was painfully bitten by a venomous snake, and he couldn't help but scream.
The man in black, tense, grabbed Lin Xuanzi's collar and tossed him aside.
Lin Xuanzi was caught off guard and nearly fell to the ground, looking angrily at the man in black, put the silver needle back into the bag, turned, and headed towards the living room.
Qiao Chuleng slapped the man in black, "Impudent!"
"Young master, he intends to kill you!"
The man in black said somewhat innocently.
"He's doing acupuncture on me!"
"But you're screaming in pain. Isn't he deliberately trying to kill you?"
