Chen An sneered, "You'd rather see Tong Ran beaten like this than hand over the antidote, right?"
"Right," Luo Xiao pulled his hand away, "It's impossible for me to give Mo Nanjue the antidote. Is he dying? Well, good, my congratulations to him."
"Damn it, are you even human?" Chen An grabbed him again, pointing at the screen, "She's already been beaten like this. How can she take it every day? Think about it, she's so thin, how many days can she last? Thirty-seven years, I say she'll be beaten to death in less than three days!"
"No," Luo Xiao locked eyes with him, his brow cold, "She won't be beaten to death. Even if these people beat her, they wouldn't dare let her die. The prison guards will patrol; she's not going to die. As for the thirty-seven years you mentioned, that's even more impossible. As long as Mo Nanjue is alive, once he finds out about this, he'll immediately save Xiao Ran. How long do you think you can hide it?"
