'Since it's already used... might as well use it all myself!'
'Can't let it go to waste, even burning it might leave traces that would expose everything, and then the police would arrest me...'
In the office.
Feng Xiang stared at the "postage stamp" in his palm. He swallowed, his eyes transfixed.
At this moment.
It was as if countless little voices were whispering to him, softly enticing.
'Using one is using, using all is also using...'
'Once it's all consumed, I'll never touch it again... Besides, I can control myself, I can quit, I definitely can quit!'
In a daze.
Feng Xiang's gaze gradually grew fervent, and who knows what crossed his mind, in the next second he stood up.
He first went to the door, lightly placed his hand on the doorknob.
Then...
"Click!"
The door was locked, and he quickly returned to his chair.
The next second, he placed the thing in his hand into his mouth!
In just an instant...
