UGH~~~
As soon as he entered the room, Director Huang heard the sound of vomiting.
At the same time, what greeted his eyes was a basin filled with dark red filth beneath the girl's lowered head.
Looking at the filth in the basin, Director Huang couldn't help but curse inwardly.If his status allowed it, he would unleash all the vile curses he had heard, learned, and accumulated over more than forty years.If this woman beside him, this woman who was still chattering incessantly like a life-hastening ghost, were his wife, he would slap her until she cried for her parents, and he wouldn't even care if he kept his surname Huang.
Director Huang's throat bobbed. He turned and asked the woman beside him through gritted teeth, "Is this what you meant by vomiting large mouthfuls of blood?"
The woman said tearfully, "Doesn't this count? Look, they're all blood clots the size of fingertips!"
