"I've done everything you asked, so why won't you save Ah Sheng? Why?"
"Open the door quickly, if you don't I'm going to kick it down—"
"..."
Mu Zanting pulled out from the woman's body, zipped up his pants, ruffled his hair, and walked over to the door, reaching to open it, "Sister, you're really ruining the mood. Couldn't you have waited another hour to call? Would that have killed you?"
"Yes." Mu Qingxin glared viciously at the devil-may-care man, "If this continues, Ah Sheng will die."
"Mu Zanting, you promised before that if I helped you, you would save Ah Sheng. How can you go back on your word now?"
The man smiled brilliantly, his smile was incredibly sarcastic, like a poisonous poppy, "Sister, your thinking is too simplistic. I did say save Ah Sheng. If it weren't for me giving him a daily dose of morphine, do you think he'd have lasted until now?"
Mu Qingxin's heart ached to the point of spasming, "What did you say? You gave Ah Sheng morphine?"
