C57 Chapter 57

Half an hour later, Su Jiyue’s face looked noticeably thinner, her complexion so pale it seemed all the color had drained out of her. Just looking at her made your chest tighten.

It was clear that quietly “digesting” that little bottle had taken a serious toll on her.

Qin Yaochen sat at the front-left side of his desk handling work, watching her at the same time