Jiang Qun interrupted, "Then he died because of me too."
Seeing how agitated Jiang Qun was, Zhao Li still managed a shallow smile.
He waited a moment, then stood up from his chair and, in front of Jiang Qun, took back the black plastic bag.
"Since Mr. Jiang feels this way, I see no reason to insist. However, Mr. Jiang, you don't need to waste your energy begging that successful matching donor anymore, because I've already bribed him with a high amount. Aside from me, he won't donate his bone marrow to anyone..."
At that moment, Jiang Qun's eyes suddenly reddened.
He stopped Zhao Li, who hadn't yet left the room, and said, "You're forcing me."
Zhao Li's eyes squinted with laughter, "Threatening, to be precise, threatening..."
Jiang Qun's face rapidly shifted in color.
