While drawing the second bottle of liquid into the syringe, the man muttered to himself, "This could have been easily resolved, but your mother had to complicate things. Why did she have to do that?"
By this time, Zhuang Wenhui's consciousness had begun to blur, and she slowly collapsed to the ground, her eyes opening and closing repeatedly as she struggled hard.
Turning around, the man held the second syringe and looked at Zhuang Wenxian and Zhuang Wenjing, no longer paying attention to Zhuang Wenhui, and continued, "I really loved Zhong Qing. I told her giving me a mere million or so would suffice. We were on our second marriage, and I knew I wasn't entitled to any of her wealth, but if she just gave me a bit, not all of it, I would have been satisfied."