Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

Xiao Mohan hugged him tightly and held him gently in his arms.

He hugged Xiao Yijue and walked outside in a hurry, as if it was something important.

Afternoon, dusk.

Yao Rong was sent back to the apartment by Gu Chuyan. She turned around to go upstairs. Thinking of Zhuo Shu's body, she walked towards the pharmacy in front.

After picking out the medicine and paying the bill, someone came towards her.

"You..." Yao Rong turned around and looked at a tall, thin old man. He was dressed in black, with a thin face and sinister eyes.

"Please give way." Yao Rong whispered.

He reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Sir, please be respectful." Yao Rong's wrists were restrained. She struggled hard and pushed away hard. The old man took half a step back.

His body hit the counter. Yao Rong raised his head, threw the medicine on the shelf, turned around and ran away.

"Ah." She rushed forward, and several people appeared in front of her, reaching out to push her back.

Yao Rong stretched out his hand, grabbed the medicine powder on one side, tore it open hard, and threw it at them. He took the lighter and threw it at them.

"Get out of the way," she said coldly.

The old man was calm and composed, but his cold eyes were terrifyingly deep.

"Miss Yao, don't bother! Come with me and I'll make sure you're safe. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless." He said coldly, with an old face and deep wrinkles that could kill a fly.

He walked towards her like a skeleton.

"Yao Shengba has been poisoned by a poison. You should know about this." The man said coldly. Yao Rong gave up struggling and turned to look at him.

Seeing her silence, he reached out and touched her head.

"That's good." He lowered his head and brought his face closer, frightening Yao Rong to retreat.

The old man sneered, stretched out his hand to grab her arm, and said: "That kind of poison, if there is no antidote within three months, Yao Shengba's meridians will be interrupted, the blood will be sucked dry, and he will die." Boy, should I have mentioned this to you?”

Yao Rong listened, her beautiful eyes widened, pointed at him and said, "Did you give my dad the medicine?"

"Follow me, he can live." He threw out the chips, obviously confident.

Yao Rong was so angry that her body was trembling. She retreated to the counter and saw a weighing weight! She reached out and grabbed it. When he came closer, she hit him on the forehead with all her strength.

Blood splashed from his forehead.

"Seeking death." He raised his hand and waved it towards her.

Yao Rong grabbed the scissors with her backhand (pharmacies have knives for cutting medicinal materials) and stabbed his palm. He grabbed his arm and pushed him to the side.

"Ah." She fell to the ground, grabbed the pills on one side, unscrewed them and threw them on the ground, then turned and ran towards the back door.

"Chase me for those things that don't know whether to live or die." The old man covered his forehead, looked at her figure, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Beat her until she's half dead, and let her kneel down and beg me."

"Yes." The bodyguards rushed forward and chased Yao Rong.

"Master Hei." A bodyguard came forward, helped him sit down, checked the wound, and said, "The Yao family is so restless, why do you have to give her face? Just tie her up."

"What do you know?" the old man listened and said sternly.

He raised his head, his dark eyes unfathomable.

"The Zhuo family must have something to do with her. As long as I can get her to marry me, the triangular relationship between Zhuo, Zhuo, and Xiao will definitely be broken up by me." The old man sneered, without any shame.

He is nearly eighty years old, and Yao Rong is just 20.

The age difference between the two is not that big, but he wants to possess the young girl and force others to submit.