After receiving the news from Shi Xiangguang, Liang Yi immediately called Zhao Xiaojuan, wanting to inform her to leave Wu Zigang as soon as possible, but the call was delayed.
There were not many people in the building on weekends. Zhao Xiaojuan was holding a coffee cup in her hand. She heard her cell phone ringing in the office from a distance, so she hurried a few steps to answer it. Her high heels tapped on the smooth marble floor, making a crisp sound. This was originally the most common noise in the office area, but this time it almost drove Wu Zigang crazy. He stood up anxiously, waved his hand and fiercely swept all the documents on the desk to the ground: "Be quiet!"
The water cup broke into pieces and Zhao Xiaojuan suddenly stopped.
In the room, Wu Zigang rested his hands on the table, his eyes red. The last bit of rationality in his mind finally made him realize that things seemed a little bad this time. The crazy emotions boiling in his body were like the psychedelic carnival after taking drugs. That feeling did make him swell and satisfy, but it was definitely not the right direction for genetic modification.
The back of his hand was covered with blue spots again, and he watched those strange colors spread rapidly until they turned into uneven, knotty scars. The inhibitor was in the drawer, but his arms were shaking violently like epilepsy, and he no longer had any strength to inject himself with the liquid.
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