When talking about this, Luo Liu's eyes were covered with an unfathomable layer of guilt.
He had wronged Meimei, always wronged her.
If this had been before, Qiao Chengxun would have undoubtedly failed to restrain himself and thrown a punch upon hearing these words. But now, facing this repentant and scarred face, he didn't take action.
There's no harsher punishment than a lifetime of guilt; this man is living in pain now.
Luo Liu couldn't bear to recall those unbearable memories and changed the subject, "Get paper and pen, I'll draw the blueprints, then your men can make the antidote for Meimei, which can eliminate all aftereffects."
Qiao Chengxun took out his phone and sent a text to Mu Zhuoshen.
A few minutes later, Mu Zhuoshen came in with paper, pen, and a drawing board.
Luo Liu had lost an arm, leaving only his right hand functional, but this didn't affect his drawing.
Qiao Chengxun and Mu Zhuoshen watched the man draw silently, not disturbing him.
