The King of Country S looked at him coldly, "You're right, how can a person go back on their word? But that woman caused me to lose a son, shouldn't I return the favor?"
Rong Ling's eyes widened in disbelief that the dignified ruler of a nation would be so untrustworthy, "What do you intend to do?"
The King of Country S toyed with a delicate medicine bottle. His well-maintained appearance made him look more like someone in their early thirties rather than around fifty. His eyes narrowed, hidden with sharpness, "Rong Ling, I'm very curious, if Leng Youchen knew you betrayed him, what would you do?"
Rong Ling's thin lips pressed into a straight line, his expression laced with anger. Fortunately, they were some distance from Lu Feng, so he couldn't hear their conversation. He said, "This is my own business, it has nothing to do with you. Give me the antidote, or today it's either you die or I die."
