"I asked you to bring her here, where is the person?" Mr. Yan gritted his teeth and said with a gloomy face.

"If you have anything, just say it to me."

Yan Jing, who was standing in front of him, was not afraid of the chill that emanated from his body. Her slightly scarlet eyes calmly and indifferently met his gaze.

Mr. Yan looked at his eldest son so protective of the woman he picked up from the sea, and was so angry that he stomped the dragon head crutch in his hand again.

"Yan Jiang is your younger brother. For a woman, do you ignore it? In order to indulge her so much, will you also hand over the Yan family to her in the future?!"

Mr. Yan asked angrily.

After the words came to Yan Jing's contemptuous and disdainful look.

"I know what to do with my people."

Mr. Yan looked at Yan Jing with a gloomy face, narrowed his eyes, and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "I can't move your person... right?"

Yan Jing didn't say anything, but his arrogant expression seemed to explain everything.

Seeing this, Mr. Yan sneered twice, "Okay, okay, I don't care about you."

The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he said in a calm voice: "But what I have to do to you must do for me!"

His murderous eyes showed his attitude - if things were not done, he would definitely attack that woman!

Yan Jing took all his threatening intentions, pulled his lips disapprovingly, and turned around and left.

After he walked out of the room, Mr. Yan raised the crutch in his hand with a gloomy face.

Snap!

The porcelain cup shattered and tea splashed everywhere!

Yan Jing returned to his research room and walked straight to the woman lying on the cold instrument table.

"You're back." The woman sat up slightly and gave him a innocent and harmless smile.

Yan Jing approached and her eyes fell on her legs where the medicine was injecting.

Two legs that are no different from ordinary people, and two metal catheters are inserted on both sides of the thighs, introducing special therapeutic agents into her body.

Han Meng also followed his gaze and landed on his legs, his eyelids drooping slightly, covering the thoughts in his eyes.

Although Yan Jing cured her legs, she had to replenish her potions every three days, otherwise her legs would lose their activity and she would be paralyzed again.

It is precisely because of this that she is tied to this instrument and cannot leave for more than three days...

Although Han Meng was a little dissatisfied, she could only hope that Yan Jing would develop a better way as soon as possible to get rid of this damn potion.

She thought about it, and suddenly the catheter on her thigh was torn off.

A sudden pain came, causing her to frown and she screamed: "Big Young Master, you--"

Yan Jing threw away the catheter in his hand indifferently and looked at her expressionlessly.

Han Meng felt an ominous feeling when he was staring at him.

She had just moved her lips and was about to speak.

"Ah! Ah, ah..."

All three catheters on the thigh were pulled out and left aside.
Chapter completed!