He Shaotian was taken aback. He looked Chu Hao up and down, his face full of sarcasm, and said, "Just you? A wandering charlatan from who knows where. I'm already amazed that you could become friends with Qinglian."
His words were dripping with mockery. He simply couldn't regard Chu Hao as an opponent; Chu Hao wasn't worthy of being one.
Chu Hao wanted to say more, but Yi Qinglian's mother anxiously asked, "Little Chu, is there any way to make Qinglian wake up?"
Chu Hao shook his head. Just as he was about to say it would be seven days...
He Shaotian had already interjected, "Auntie! I've been saying all along that Qinglian must be ill to be in this state, but you just wouldn't listen. This kid is obviously a swindler! How could he possibly save Qinglian?"
Yi Zhengjun's expression darkened. What does He Shaotian know? He had witnessed Chu Hao's capabilities firsthand. Besides, he truly detested this He Shaotian, yet his wife thought so highly of him.
