This statement was made.
Zheng Changliang's mouth hung open, unable to close.
He certainly knew that the so-called miracle drug was actually a lethal poison.
As long as Ren Qing'an consumed it, he would definitely perish.
"Mr. Li... Are... are you joking?"
Zheng Changliang stammered and asked.
Mr. Li smiled slightly, raised his sunglasses, and retorted, "Do you think I'm joking?"
Zheng Changliang swallowed hard.
He didn't have time to speak.
Mr. Li raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Dean Zheng, don't worry, this medicine is pretty advanced. Once taken, even if the coroner comes, they won't find the cause of death. Besides, on Director Zheng's turf, isn't life and death just a matter of your word?"
"But... but..."
After all, murder isn't a trivial matter.
Zheng Changliang doesn't have the guts for it.
Seeing his hesitation, Mr. Li showed a hint of contempt on his face.
His face twisted into a ghostly smile.
