Yu Chiyin's handsome face turned pale, and he did not respond for a moment.
He did not know if it was the pervasive smell of disinfectant in the hospital that was nauseating, or the residual poison in his body at work, but either way, his stomach roiled uncomfortably.
That feeling of nausea yet being unable to vomit was intensely disagreeable.
Seeing his condition, Fan Ju got up and poured a cup of hot water for him, hoping it would provide some relief.
"I've said before, the person behind this dared to act in the wedding hall because they were fully confident. Even if Qin Sen checks the surveillance, I guess he'll find nothing."
Yu Chiyin took a few sips of hot water, felt a little better, and then spoke up.
"You mean, we just let that bastard get away with it?"
"No way," Fan Ju gritted his teeth, "I don't care if he belongs to the Nine-tailed Fox clan, I have to pull one of his tails out."
