Thinking of this, Yan Xiangxiang couldn't help but shiver. She had always known that her big brother was a cold and heartless person.
He would not let her off on account of their blood ties.
Seeing that everyone was quiet, Zhou Yong gestured to the door. Two men walked in, one of them holding a syringe.
"What do you want?" Yan Xiangxiang asked weakly.
Zhou Yong smiled. " Boss is generous and has spared your life. From now on, you should do a good job in the farm. Reflect on yourself and strive to live a little longer. In the future, you should be a human and not a demon. "”
Yan Xiangxiang wanted to ask more questions, but the man with the syringe walked up to her and stabbed her arm with the syringe in front of her frightened eyes.
Immediately after, her vision turned black and she did not know anything.