"It's best to keep quiet, during treatment, I... don't want to be disturbed!"
Ye Qingfeng's fingers twirled the silver needle on Su Xun's head.
He didn't even turn his head.
The whole person was as steady as a rock, without any influence.
But that cold voice, like frost in August, chilled people to the bone.
"I want you dead!"
Su Xu seemed to have gone mad.
The uninjured leg supported his whole body, holding a dagger, he lunged towards Ye Qingfeng.
Obviously a desperate stance.
"Get down!"
Letting go of the silver needle, Ye Qingfeng suddenly turned around.
His hand moved like the wind, delivering a slap directly on Su Xu's head.
This strike wasn't powerful.
Yet even so.
Su Xu bled from his mouth and nose, his entire body slapped to the ground.
Like a dead dog.
This vicious, decisive action immediately shocked the Su Family.
They sharply sensed.
Su Xu's agitation might be related to Old Sir Su Rong being poisoned.
Therefore, no one dared to move recklessly now.
