"You said that Zhuang Liu is about to die. Do you have any evidence to prove it?" Tan Rou pretended not to care.
"He told me his leg was only injured and would recover soon."
"Humph!" Song Lin sneered and said mysteriously, "I'm telling you, Zhuang Liu's legs are not injured; he's poisoned!"
Tan Rou clenched her fists. Only the Zhuang family and a few of them knew about Zhuang Liu's legs being poisoned. How did Song Lin know about this?
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Tan Rou continued to fish out Song Lin's words. "If it were poison, the Zhuang family would have cured it long ago."
Song Lin revealed a mysterious smile. "If the Zhuang family's people could treat him, he would have been cured long ago. But I'm afraid someone doesn't want Zhuang Liu's leg to recover. Moreover, he should be in a hopeless state now. Don't look at his complexion now. He might be recovering at the last moment. Zhuang Liu can only live day to day."
