Lin Liping quietly moved out, and then moved again. At this moment, he wished he were as small as an ant, so no one would notice him.
Seeing he was almost at the door, he felt a burst of joy in his heart, and without thinking much, turned around and ran out, "Idiot!" Accompanied by Feng Tianzhi's sneer, Lin Liping was dragged back by Ye Xuan, who lifted him by the collar, "Is the old man done for?" His gaze, however, was on Luo Ye.
Slowly inserting another needle into Lian Fengnan's body, Luo Ye clapped his hands and looked at Ye Xuan with a gentle smile: "Don't worry, he won't die."
Suspended in the air, Lin Liping felt the blood rush to his head, his face turning red as he struggled and coughed: "Let... let me down..."
"Thump!" Ye Xuan loosened his grip, and he was thrown onto the ground.
"Cough... cough..."
"Is it necessary?" Luo Ye pouted, "Such a sissy!"
"You... try being lifted up!" Lin Liping defiantly looked at Luo Ye.
