"Can you really save my uncle?"
"No," Xia Liang said, glancing over indifferently before turning to walk away.
"Wait! Master Xia, I was wrong just now."
Admit my mistake? If apologies were so useful, what would we need the police for? Xia Liang sneered disdainfully, not slowing his pace for a moment.
THUD.
Just then, Fang Youxue fell to her knees behind him.
"Master Xia, I beg you, please save my uncle."
For a glimmer of hope, the treasured pearl of a conglomerate had actually knelt in public.
"Fine. I won't do it myself, but I can tell you how to save him."
"If it's Mister Xia, then Fang Tian's condition might really improve."
Lin Yaoyang was also shocked. He knew how bizarre Fang Tian's illness was; countless experts, both at home and abroad, had been unable to find the cause, and numerous treatments had proven completely ineffective. Yet, somehow, Xia Liang knew what to do.
