Wang Xiaolu: "You dare threaten me?"
Ye Tian: "You're not wrong."
"You..."
Wang Xiaolu was indignant, feeling incredibly frustrated inside.
It was supposed to be a good thing, wanting to help cover some news for Ye Tian, and then let Ye Tian gain some fame. But this little jerk instead repaid kindness with ingratitude, utterly unappreciative.
"What do you mean 'you'? Are you unhappy? Sorry, even if you are unhappy, it has no impact on me."
Ye Tian completely disregarded the other party's feelings.
Liu Guodong didn't make a sound but looked at Wang Xiaolu's hand intently.
After a long time, he still couldn't figure out how that kind of black form had developed.
What kind of symptom is this?
Even if it's poisoning, could it really act this fast?
Over the years, Liu Guodong had been dedicated to research, delving deep into medical studies, and was considered a leading authority in the medical field.
