The masked man clicked his tongue as if watching a play, "Those people outside should really come and see the proud, noble, superior Miss Zhuang. Look at her 'elegant and noble' appearance at this moment."
"Give me the antidote." Zhuang Yunge roared with anger.
But she couldn't stop herself from scratching her own face, and her face was now a bloody mess, truly both frightening and pitiful.
But she had lost all her aura.
The masked man shook his head, the smirk on his face made it clear he was mocking her.
"Give me the antidote..." Zhuang Yunge gritted her teeth, glaring at the masked man.
"When you wanted the poison, I gave you the antidote. But what did our proud and arrogant Miss Zhuang say then?
You didn't need the antidote!"
The masked man repeated, "You didn't need the antidote, that's what you confidently said when you asked for the poison."
