"I understand." Yan Sijue curled his lips slightly, not bothering to ask who had instructed him to do such a useless thing, because he had already vaguely guessed the answer in his heart.
"You're a straightforward person." The driver, Old Chen, grinned and handed over a syringe, "I don't need to say more, do I?"
Yan Sijue's brow twitched fiercely, and a deep, dark hue flitted across his eyes; he was evidently furious to the extreme!
"Is this what he intends?" Yan Sijue asked calmly.
Old Chen just smiled without speaking, still holding the syringe in the same gesture.
Yan Sijue didn't hesitate any longer. He took the syringe, rolled up his sleeve, found a vein, and expertly injected that liquid into his bloodstream.
Chen Yayan shivered with fear, "This is... this is..."
Old Chen chuckled coldly, "Miss Chen, don't be afraid. This stuff won't take your life. Quite the opposite, the Fifth Young Master must really miss the taste of this stuff, right?"
