Song Ci said, "I'll apologize on his behalf. It's also your fault for always threatening him in the past. He finally found a chance to take revenge today. It would be strange if he could hold it in."
"Han Zhan is about to collapse. Song Fei, can you give me the antidote since he's still injured?"
There were so many Chinese medicine big shots in the Mo family. Song Ci could easily find a doctor to treat Han Zhan. However, she didn't look for a doctor. Instead, she came to ask Song Fei for the antidote, mainly because she wanted to save Song Fei's face and make her calm down.
Song Fei understood what Song Ci meant, but she wasn't willing to let Han Zhan off so easily.
She could still smell the fishy grass in her throat. It was really uncomfortable.
Song Fei rolled his eyes and had a bad idea. "It's fine if you want the antidote, but you have to stand in the corridor and say loudly three times that Han Zhan is a bitch in front of me, and I'll give you the antidote."
