By then, the time had already pointed to 12:30 in the morning. Eva Thompson was awakened by a stomachache. She frowned and snorted softly, "Xiang Cheng... are you asleep?"
"What's wrong?"
"Is that fried chicken poisonous? My stomach feels a little uncomfortable..." Eva Thompson held her stomach and frowned.
"What?" Liam Mitchell's pupils shrank slightly. He sat up suddenly and turned on the light.
Eva Thompson frowned and sank into the quilt, her face a little pale, and the hair on her forehead was a little wet with sweat.
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