"It seems that your friend always stabs you in the back at every critical time."
In the hidden safe house, Lola overlooked the pathetic Ye Qingxuan gloatingly. "Gavin did so at that time. This time is the same. If I were you, I would consider maybe I'm not good at choosing friends. And who told me that if there was something, he would run faster than anybody? If I wasn't paying attention this time, you may have…"
In the bed, Ye Qingxuan was covered with a thick layer of ointment which exuded the pungent smell of medicine. Medicine was also injected into his hands. He was at the edge of death but his breathing was smooth and normal. There was not even the slightest dullness or panic in his dark eyes. There was only calmness.
"You have been sarcastic enough. Just get down to business." He stretched out his hand and spoke with a hoarse voice. "Where is the thing?"