"Third... Third Brother..." Dong Ziyang trembled, but he still tried his best to hold it back, not daring to turn around, as he felt Dong Hongzhi standing up, now very close behind him.
"Ziyang, I have a favor to ask you," Dong Hongzhi said.
Dong Ziyang heard the coldness in Dong Hongzhi's voice, even in the dead of winter, Dong Ziyang's forehead was still covered in cold sweat.
"Third Brother, you... you say..." Dong Ziyang swallowed dryly, his hair standing on end, extremely chilling.
"Then I'll say it, but you must listen carefully." The voice of Dong Hongzhi sounded ghostly in Dong Ziyang's ear.
"Certainly, certainly..."
…
In front of the clinic.
Fang Yi still hadn't let go of Li Yinong's slender waist.
"Young apprentice, everyone has gone, yet you're still holding on?" Leng Wushuang said.
"None of your business." Fang Yi replied without a hint of embarrassment.
Such a great opportunity, how could he let it slip away easily?
