1109 The King of Shirking Responsibility (1/2)

Tan Bengbeng replied, ”Make your own decisions for your own matters, don't ask me.”

Her tone was cold and indifferent.

It was as if she was trying to draw a clear line between the two of them.

Qi Yan grabbed onto her hand and pulled her closer to him, his lips curling as he muttered, ”I can't make up my mind. I'll listen to whatever you say.”

”…!!”

The King of Hell never liked people probing into his matters and those men under him were only there to listen to his orders.

Usually, if they dared to probe just once, they could possibly be punished.

At this present moment, his assistant had his eyes widened as he watched his master grab Tan Bengbeng's hand and behave in a spoiled manner. His eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as he stared in shock!

Was this that same master who was sinister and laid-back?

Would he actually let others make decisions for him, and with such a tone?

His assistant almost could no longer breathe…

Tan Bengbeng was aware that there was someone else around and felt repulsive towards Qi Yan's affectionate gesture. She instinctively retracted her hand and said in an even colder tone, ”The medicine is yours. Sell it if you want, don't ask me.”

”Ohh. I've just been rejected and don't feel like I'm in a good mood. Since that's the case, I won't sell it then, ” Qi Yan remarked coldly before turning around. Just as he was about to instruct his assistant to reject Yu Yuehan, she stopped him.

”Wait a moment!”

Tan Bengbeng suddenly grabbed onto his hand and pursed her lips.

”Saving someone is a good thing. Can't you be more merciful?”

Tan Bengbeng did not know what she was doing. She could tell that Qi Yan was intentionally playing with her.

At this point, she should be staying out of this matter.

But, upon hearing how he had rejected saving someone because of her words, her instincts as a doctor made her speak out and interfere in his matters.

Qi Yan responded, ”Didn't you tell me I should make the decision since the medicine is mine?”

”…”

Qi Yan went on, ”I've not a saint or a doctor. I'm just someone who sells medicine. Why do I need to be merciful?”