As long as one was obedient, Mo Yi had always been easy to talk to.
However, she was the first one to be so disobedient.
"Then go through what she has suffered!"
Mo Yi spoke lightly.
"Regiment commander! 3000 milliliters will kill Fan Mei…"
The man said in shock!
"4000 milliliters…"
"Regiment commander…"
"5,000 milliliters…"
The devilish man was leaning on the table slowly, but the aura he exuded was getting colder.
When nearly five milliliters of anesthetic was registered in Wan Mei's body, her face darkened.
It felt like the anesthetic was twisting in her body. She would have to suffer such pain a thousand times more!
5000 milliliters of anesthetic!
Mo Yi really wanted her life!
It was all for Nian Yue…
Didn't he know that he and Nian Yue would always be on opposite sides?!
"Fan Mei…"
