C344 Deepening of Hatred

"Miss, this is your medicine." A servant came over with Yan Duoya's medicine and respectfully said. The medicine in the bowl was still steaming and a strong smell of medicine permeated the room.

Yan Duoya was sitting in the living room, not giving up on the idea of calling Elvis. Hearing the servant's words, she impatiently waved her hand and said, "Put the medicine on the table first