Yu Xiulan had not missed the words of Han Qingshan when he said that Jiang Yingyue was waiting for him at home. Now that she had given him this drug, even if he consumed just a tiny bit of it, would it not benefit Jiang Yingyue instead of her?
Yu Xiulan was so mad that her hands were tightly clenched and her freshly painted nails dug into the palm of her hands. Unable to control it, deep marks were left in her palm.
Han Qingshan was completely unaware of this and was instead focused on trying to calm his body down, the restlessness within it was incredibly uncomfortable, and he had nowhere to vent it.
His eyes had turned red, and his teeth were grinding against each other. He was clenching and loosening his hand into a fist time and time again; he felt so uncomfortable, but he held back.
When they arrived at the condo, he instantly took the elevator up to his home, opened the door, and rushed into the bathroom.
