"Bring them down!"
Mr. Mu was restrained by Feng Bailing, unable to break free momentarily.
His face lost its color, and with a command, he was about to seize people.
"Mr. Mu, your complexion is pale and your breathing short and agitated; could it be that your kidneys aren't in good condition?"
Feng Bailing said with a smirk.
"It's you who has bad kidneys, Feng Bailing, how dare you curse me!"
Mr. Mu trembled with rage.
Out of the corner of his eye, Feng Bailing noticed a flicker of alarm in Ms. Zhou's eyes.
Speaking of bad kidneys was merely being polite.
Strictly speaking, he was suffering from kidney failure.
Feng Bailing sneered.
"Mr. Mu, do you often feel back pain and a sore waist, with hands and feet always cold and frequent urination at night?"
"No, I am very healthy," Mr. Mu declared confidently.
It made no sense.
