Chapter 596 Special Type Of Illness
- Sampson's face was gloomy as he forcefully swallowed the small handful of medicine.
- Nancy stood behind him with a face full of heartache. "Even if you don't take medicine, it doesn't matter! No matter if you are Sampson or Philip, I don't care."
- Sampson swallowed the medicine with some effort. His voice was a little hoarse, but it was cold. "Shut up."