Hearing Nameless Elder and Ji Hanyu say this, Bai Haoxue looked at Ji Hanyu worriedly: "There's only one dose of the antidote left, and the month is almost halfway through. We need to get out before then."
Otherwise, if Ji Hanyu, who might relapse due to the virus, were controlled by them, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"You've all come in, and you still think you can get out? Aren't you a bit too confident and naive?"
Suddenly, Number Three's voice echoed in the pitch-black cell.
Nameless Elder looked at Bai Haoxue in confusion, "Confident, naive, aren't those positive words? Why would he use positive words on you? It doesn't make sense!"
Bai Haoxue: "…"
This old man is truly a "treasure of an old child at heart."
Bai Haoxue, "Maybe, he just didn't do well in language studies."
Nameless Elder looked at Number Three, "You, kid, always wearing a mask. Are you really that afraid of the light or being seen by others?"
