Shen Heyu came to find Chen Wenzhou today with only one purpose, to obtain the antidote so her daughter could suffer less.
Upon hearing Shen Heyu's words, Chen Wenzhou laughed, turned around, and leisurely sat down on the nearby sofa, savoring a sip of coffee.
"Miss Shen, would you like to sit down and taste the coffee from my office? My secretary might not be skilled at other tasks, but his coffee brewing is truly exceptional." Chen Wenzhou knew Shen Heyu was desperate, but he deliberately beat around the bush, causing her to become even more anxious.
"What exactly will it take for you to give me the antidote?" Shen Heyu had no time for guessing games; she had only one goal.
Seeing how anxious Shen Heyu was, Chen Wenzhou could guess the seriousness of the matter.
"Miss Shen, coming here bluntly demanding the antidote, you should at least tell me what kind of antidote you expect me to give you. If it's within my power, I will certainly provide it."
