"Wife, does Yuan Li have epilepsy?" The man took a carton of juice from the refrigerator, poured it into a glass, and walked over to the table unhurriedly.
Early in the morning, after receiving news of trouble in the Yu Family, Shi Wei wasn't surprised. The contents of those documents had already been shown to him by the young girl.
He just wasn't certain whether Yuan Li's sudden condition was a coincidence or man-made.
"No." The young girl didn't even lift her head as she ate the sandwich on her plate, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster.
Shi Wei raised his eyebrows, gently lifting the young girl's chin and carefully wiping the corner of her lips. "How did you do it?"
"I used Little Black."
Her clear yet soft voice melted the man's heart, causing his tone to soften considerably. "Who is Little Black?"
Yu Zhi paused for a moment, unsure of how to explain, and simply took out a small black porcelain bottle. "This."
