When Qiao Yanze heard that Cen Xi had gone to be a bait, his handsome face darkened in an instant.
The hand that was holding the phone tightened and the veins on the back of his hand protruded out. His grip was so strong that the phone was almost crushed.
It was only after a while that he said, "In ten minutes, I want to know where she has gone."
Qiao Yanze hung up the call and pinched his nose bridge. His chest heaved heavily and there was a sickly sweet taste coming up from his throat. He took out his handkerchief and put it over his mouth.
When he took away the handkerchief, it was stained with a bright red.
Recently, he would vomit blood as long as he was agitated.
After injecting the red liquid, Young Master Li said that he had only three months to live. Now, nearly a month had already passed. His time was running out, he had to catch Young Master Li as soon as possible.
