Han Ziyang was wary of Chu Jin because she was a physician. People like her had sharp eyes and could easily tell that something was wrong with him.
Besides, he had heard that Chu Jin studied under the Medical School Saint, and he didn't want to have any contact with her at a time like this.
A thousand thoughts raced through Han Ziyang's mind. He reacted quickly, shouting, "Is this how you protect your guests? The people who came to kill me tonight were here to cause trouble because of your Nangong Family, weren't they?"
He decided to scold Chu Jin first, so she wouldn't dare approach him lightly.
At the same time, deep in his consciousness, he gave Xue Mushi another round of abuse, telling him to either endure the heavenly thunder and wake up, or give up and die already.
Chu Jin felt rather unfairly accused. Han Bing was the one responsible for keeping an eye on Han Ziyang, and she had only stepped in by chance today. If she hadn't realized the person being surrounded was Han Ziyang, she wouldn't have bothered lifting a finger.
"I've already sent word to Big Brother. He'll be here soon." Remembering that Han Ziyang was an important guest personally invited by her father, Chu Jin suppressed her displeasure and stepped forward. "We shouldn't stay here. We should—"
"Get lost. I don't need a cripple protecting me. Call your brother." Han Ziyang let out a low, cold laugh. "Even if you're willing, I still don't trust you."
Those words struck Chu Jin like a heavy blow, ruthlessly tearing open a wound deep inside her that had never healed.
It had been so long since she was imprisoned in the Chongtai Three Prisons, and this was the first time Chu Jin had heard