As the saying goes, "a monk can run, but the temple won't run with him," but his temple is too vast, so vast that ordinary people can't use it to threaten him.
And in the Metropolis, he is like a drifter with no roots; threats are the least effective against him.
"By the way, where is Li Qingsheng?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"Qingsheng is receiving treatment."
The fur-clad man hesitated for a moment but eventually replied.
"This school's crappy doctor can't treat anything. I'm going to call the Bai Family to send someone over."
He said without room for doubt.
"You mean the Bai Group that runs in the pharmaceutical industry?"
The fur-clad man's expression changed slightly.
"That's right. If you don't let me call them, then I can only suspect that this poisoning incident was orchestrated by you all."
Liu Zheng stared at him and said.
"How could that be? With my son's grades, there's no need to do such a foolish thing."
The fur-clad man said without hesitation.
"Alright then."
