The air in the ship's cabin froze once Mo Yongheng had spoken.
Before Tan Bengbeng could realize the meaning behind his words, Qi Yan, who was sitting on the sofa, had already narrowed his pair of devilish eyes. At the same time, his gaze became chilly.
A treacherous ray of light lay subtly beneath that gaze.
"You did not have good intentions! Since I am not a suitable one, then you must be a good fit, yeah?" Qi Yan slammed the coffee table and stood up in anger.
He had felt a little queasy back when they were on the deck.
He was the owner of this cruise ship, and he was also the one who had developed the antidote to save Mo Chengxian. However, Mo Yongheng had disregarded him the entire time.
He was the renowned "King of Medicine", but why did he not have any sense of presence?
The reason lay here.