Xuan Sheng's Illness Acts Up

Xuan Sheng's hand that was holding the wine glass swayed and he spilled a little wine.

Xia Wanyuan looked up in surprise. She saw that Xuan Sheng seemed to be in great pain. His eyes were closed and his brows were tightly furrowed.

"Leave first, Miss Xia. Let's talk again in the future." Xuan Sheng retracted his hand that was holding the wine glass and forcefully suppressed the agitation in his heart. His nails pressed into his flesh, using this to gain some clarity of mind.

Hearing this, Xia Wanyuan stood up and left. Before leaving, she glanced at Xuan Sheng and closed the door for him.

Only when Xia Wanyuan's figure disappeared from the door did Xuan Sheng finally lose control. He threw the wine glass in his hand onto the ground and called his assistant. "Bring the medicine and pick me up."

After hanging up the phone, Xuan Sheng sat on the sofa and closed his eyes. He felt that insults were surging towards him.

"You bastard!"