"Yang Tian, is this true?"
Wang Ying looked up, staring intently at Yang Tian.
She couldn't believe what Yang Tian had said. Was her father's grave illness really caused by Secretary He?
"There can be no mistake!" Yang Tian said in a deep voice, "On your father, I sensed a yellow fragrance. It was exactly this fragrance that made your father gravely ill. I had previously wondered where this fragrance came from. Now I know, it's emanating from He Ling!"
"In other words, this vixen released the fragrance that harmed my father?"
Wang Yue couldn't contain herself; she waved her hands and rushed toward He Ling, crying out.
"Xiaoyueyue, don't mess around!"
Yang Tian held Wang Yue back firmly.
He looked up at He Ling, "Show your strength. You're not an ordinary person; you must be a mage!"
"Yang Tian, why would you expose me? What grudge do you have against me?"
He Ling's expression darkened, filled with fury.
