Bo Fengheng tensed up, nearly softened by her pleas, but then he remembered her words tonight, and his heart clenched violently.
He coldly flung her hand away, turned around, and the corners of his lips curled into a mocking sneer, "You'll agree to anything I say?"
"Yes, as long as you don't stop the surgery..." Mu Yin nodded hurriedly, begging in a panic, "Please, say something or it'll be too late."
If she remembered correctly, the hospital was only about ten minutes away; she couldn't afford to waste time!
If they were delayed by a minute, Uncle Chi would die.
"Hah..." Bo Fengheng sneered disdainfully, a vortex-like glint swirling in his eyes as he looked down at her, his gaze icy and piercing, "What else do you have to trade? Your body? Or that face of yours?"
Mu Yin's complexion turned deathly pale, as if she was being suffocated, struggling to breathe.