"Indeed."
Wen Qiao was feeling a little worried. Whether there was blood or not didn't seem to be that important to her now. If this fake Lin Lang really killed someone, she hoped that the murderer would be brought to justice.
Just before Wen Qiao was about to go to Lin Lang's residence to find her, Lin Lang received a visitor.
It was her aunt. She opened the door, forced a smile and called out.
Mrs. Du entered the house and looked around: "It seems like this is my first time in your new house. In the past two years, you have become more and more distant from us."
"I'm too busy with work, and I rarely come back to live here."
Mr. Du laughed and said, "Won't you pour me something to drink?"
Lin Lang asked quickly: "What would you like to drink? Coffee, juice, or..."
"Cafe."
Soon, Lin Lang came over with two cups of coffee and placed them in front of Mrs. Du. Mrs. Du smiled and said, "Cut some more fruit for me."
Just after Lin Lang entered the kitchen, Mrs. Du squeezed a small amount of medicine into Lin Lang's cup with trembling fingers, then picked up the stirring spoon and stirred it gently.
Lin Lang brought over a plate of cherries: "Aunt, do you like this?"
Mrs. Du's smile was a little stiff. "It doesn't matter what it is. I came here today for the same reason. Please have pity on your aunt. You know what Boyan has been through these years. Don't you want him to live a healthy and ordinary life?"
Lin Lang stirred the coffee indifferently: "Aunt, please don't force me, okay?"
Mrs. Du was a little hysterical: "I don't understand why you are unwilling to help me with such a small favor. I raised you in vain all those years. It was all in vain."
Lin Lang was just stirring the coffee, with a cold look in his eyes.
Mrs. Du roared for a while, then took a sip of the coffee with trembling hands, then looked at Lin Lang: "You drink it."
Just this one sentence made Lin Lang's eyes more suspicious. She was very wary of her aunt's expression.
She said calmly: "Well, I'll drink it later."
The two looked at each other in silence. Lin Lang still didn't drink. Mrs. Du reminded him again: "Drink it quickly, or it will get cold."
She came here today just to draw Lin Lang's blood. No matter what, if she helped Wen Qiao get Lin Lang's blood, her son would be saved.
She couldn't care less.
Lin Lang pretended to accidentally touch the coffee cup, and the cup fell to the floor tiles, making a cracking sound.
Mrs. Du's eyes were sinister. Did she see through it
It's obvious.
Lin Lang bent down to pick up the debris on the ground: "Forget it, it seems that I am not suitable for drinking coffee today."
Du Taizhen was so angry that she picked up the fruit plate beside her and smashed it on the back of Lin Lang's head.
Lin Lang’s eyes went dark and he passed out.
After all, Mrs. Du had no experience in committing such a crime. When she saw Lin Lang faint, she immediately panicked. After all, this was her own sister's daughter.
She was panicked and scared, and had no experience in drawing blood, so she hastily pulled out a syringe from her handbag.
She had learned a little from watching videos a couple of days ago, and she only dared to do this kind of thing herself. She pulled up Lin Lang's sleeve tremblingly, the veins on her arms were exposed, and her hand holding the syringe was shaking violently.
After preparing herself mentally for a long time, she still refused to get the injection.
Just when he was hesitating, Lin Lang woke up.
After she woke up, she did not open her eyes immediately, but carefully distinguished the movements around her.
(End of this chapter)