C893 A Man with Charisma!(6)

Yeh Yiming rubbed his aching temples, his voice weary as he said, "I'm not here to rush you. I have something to ask."

"Go ahead, Chief."

"Whose blood could make me feel so weak, like I did just now? Siqing and I suspect it was Lei Shengbo's doing. He left someone's blood on the lawn by the pear orchard—just a few drops, but enough to sap my strength. He's an elder of the family