C98

It was already late into the night.

Yang Youming wiped the sweat off Yang Han's forehead a few times. Yang Han's pale face and purplish lips occupied his entire brain every second.

Life was at stake, what's more, Yang Han had brought him up with so much suffering, how could he just watch his adoptive father die from poison!

At this moment, he didn't dare to waste a second. Thinking about this