Chapter 682 Mr. Sang Falls Ill
- Impulse is fleeting. I reached for the gun but didn't draw it. I sank onto the edge of the bed, feeling drained.
- "Do you despise me? You're not ending me over sugar, are you? Xia Zhi, whether I live or die, I won't disclose the secret of the sugar."
- “Why?” I inquired through clenched teeth.