Sikong Lingge clenched his fists hard, and his knuckles turned white.
what to do?
Could it be that Fang Yiren wouldn't say anything?
Just when Sikong Lingge was anxious and distressed...
"Knock--"
The knock on the door suddenly sounded.
Sikong Lingge raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock: 11:47.
Who will it be so late?
Sikong Lingge suspected and walked over to open the door, "Li Ye? Why are you here?"
"Have you disturbed you?" Feng Liye glanced at her pajamas.
Sikong Lingge shook his head, "No. It's so late, is there anything to ask me for?"
“I said before…”
"It's too late, the weather is cold, come in first." Sikong Lingge interrupted quickly, glanced at the servant behind him with alertness, and opened his head.
The servant nodded and was about to come in with a wheelchair.
"I'll do it, you go and rest." Sikong Lingge took over, without giving the servant a chance to react, and quickly closed the door and locked it.
"Drink a glass of water to warm your body." Sikong Lingge poured the glass of water and handed it over, listened with his ears, and confirmed that the servant's footsteps slowly went away, and then he got to the point, "Come here so late, what important thing is there?
Is it?"
"What are you going to deal with the matter between Yiren?" Feng Liye did not detour and directly got to the topic.
...
Sikong Lingge bit his lip, but no answer.
Because, she didn't know what to do.
Fang Yiren is not good at softness and hardness, and her mouth is harder than a clam shell. She is simply printed on the same mold as Fang Jianren.
Sikong Lingge knew that even if he added the dosage of medicine ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times, Fang Yiren would not say it.
Besides, even if she wants to add the dosage, she can't do it-
I originally found the medicine on site, but the portion was not large, so I sent half of it back to Shangguan's house...
Sikong Lingge's budget had the medicines, and they could only last until the wedding.
After the medicine was used up, there was no bargaining chip. It would be even more difficult for her to learn the antidote from Fang Yiren's mouth.
Fang Yiren is looking for opportunities every moment to exploit his own loopholes and counterattack himself...
Sikong Lingge had no experience in interrogation, and he learned these methods against Fang Yiren from Shangguan Che when he tried Fang Jianren.
She was really troubled and anxious, afraid that the child would suffer as much as Fang Yiren—
These days, whenever Sikong Lingge sees Fang Yiren having an attack, his heart becomes colder and his mind keeps waving. The scene of the child being tortured like Fang Yiren.
Fortunately, there was no bad news coming from Zhixing.
This made Sikong Lingge feel much more at ease.
However, if there is no attack now, it does not mean that it will not happen in the future!
She still needs to draw the news of the antidote from Fang Yiren as soon as possible!
Sikong Lingge took a deep breath, came to his senses, and looked at Feng Liye with a dry voice, "I haven't thought of... a solution."
"You alone cannot solve it." Feng Liye shook his head, his voice low, rushing like a breeze. "I know Yiren's temper very well. The more you force him, the less she will let go."
"..." Si Lanling Ge clenched her fists: Fang Yiren's stubborn mouth, she has completely experienced it in the past two days.
"Sometimes, it is useless to rely on coercion. You have to find the other person's weaknesses and take advantage of them."
weakness?
Sikong Lingge frowned: She doesn’t know Fang Yiren very well. How could she know what Fang Yiren’s weakness is?