C553 I'm Not Talking to You

As the days passed, Cang Ling could feel the frequency of headaches increasing. Her mental state was getting worse and worse. Sometimes, there would even be a short period of amnesia. She would forget about it the moment she finished her meal.

The butler sent by Yan Zhengyang looked at Cang Ling, who looked worse every day, and was worried that the wrinkles on her forehead were increasing