"Hmm," Ye Zi'an did not deny it.
"Take it out, I need to use it," Yang Chuxia stepped forward and stretched out her hand.
However, Ye Zi'an turned his head and said, "Madam, you know that I cannot give it to you."
"...What did you say?" In her heart, Yang Chuxia wondered why he wouldn't give her the item; could it be? "Do you know what I want it for?"
"I know." Ye Zi'an closed his eyes briefly, hiding the pain in his eyes as he said indifferently, "Someone sent you a message, telling you to take that item in exchange for information about two other toxins."
"You know and still won't give it to me?" Yang Chuxia yelled in disbelief, "Have you lost your desire to live? Give it to me; it's not something good anyway. It's from the Luo Family—had I known it was such a hot potato, I would have thrown it away right from the start."
