When had my soul been injured? Back in high school, I had gone to school, done practice problems, and lived each day by the book, no different from any ordinary high school student. How could my soul have suffered trauma?
As Zhang Yuanqing pondered, Bill Tarantino continued:
"Your mother consulted many experts in medicine and pharmaceuticals to treat your headaches. I was one of them. Well, I'm only a businessman and don't understand pharmacology, but Ante Pharmaceuticals has no shortage of experts in that field.
"This medicine had only just been developed at the time. After I explained its effects to your mother, she decided to take the risk and try it. God bless you—your symptoms really did ease."
Zhang Yuanqing gathered his thoughts and asked thoughtfully:
"What was your company's purpose in developing this drug? What I mean is, you must have had a target group in mind, which was why you developed it. Did their condition resemble mine?"
Bill Tarantino folded his hands over his abdomen and shook his head with a smile.
"We do indeed have a target group. These pills have been extremely well received among them, and demand exceeds supply. But I cannot disclose information about that group to you. It is a trade secret."
After saying that, the distinguished middle-aged gentleman added:
"Of course, I am a businessman. If you are willing to pay me for the information—"
Before he could finish, Annie, the stunning blonde standing beside them, gave a light cough.
"...Then that won't do either," Bill abruptly changed his tune.
Annie let out a charming laugh.
"Unless Mr. Zhang can prove something to us, such as his identity."
Zhang Yuanqing glanced at her. "Identity? What identity?"
The woman's smile was bewitchingly seductive. Every frown and smile of hers stirred the most