Chapitre 1252: 261: My Intestines are turning green with regret! 3

Mike was a little speechless as he said, “It really isn’t...”

“Ten million!”

“Thirty million!”

“Mike, please have mercy on a pitiful person like me! Yesen is my only son in this world. He can’t die, he can’t Die!”

If Yesen died, who would the Zhao family rely on to pass on their legacy?

As long as he could save Yesen, he was willing to do anything for Father Zhao!

Even if it cost his life!

“Mr. Zhao,”Mike’s voice was a little helpless, “You’ve already bid 30 million. If I really have the antidote, would I not sell it to you? I really don’t have the antidote...”

Father Zhao leaned against the wall and fell to the ground weakly, his face ashen.

“Ah!”

Father Zhao used his hands to hammer the wall and burst into tears.

Perhaps it was because the sound was too loud, there was a knock on the door. “Master, Are You Alright?”

“Master?”

Father Zhao was immersed in his own world and did not hear the Butler’s voice.