Wen Zhixia stood up from the sofa. Her vision suddenly went black and it took several seconds to recover. It seemed like her low blood sugar was acting up again recently.,She shook her head, her tone still mild, but her words were sharp: "Since he promised you, why are you calling me Miss, do you need money for an abortion or contraception Two hundred dollars is enough I can pretend to be a charity giver. If it's not enough... I'll have to settle accounts with you.","Let me go first. I'll make you some hangover soup, or you'll have a headache again tomorrow." she said softly.。