Jian Xi shook her forefinger, her eyes narrowed meaningfully with a mischievous grin. "No poison, no tricks. We'll just say he'll be infertile in the future."
Dark lines of frustration appeared on Jian Sirun's forehead.
"That's pretty vicious."
Jian Xi giggled. "I remember you have a female disciple who's a master at treating that kind of condition, right?"
"Forcing Si Junyan to seek treatment from her... then taking the opportunity to extort him, and then toying with him like a cat with a mouse. You're really something."
Jian Sirun sent his disciple's WeChat contact to Jian Xi. "You handle it yourself."
"Thanks, Fourth Brother!" Jian Xi exclaimed joyfully.
「In the hospital room.」
After a torturous night, Si Junyan slowly opened his eyes. When he saw Jiang Qimeng, his eyes reddened for a moment. Then, as he looked around, his expression gradually turned colder.
"Relax, everyone came, but they all left again."
