"Retch, retch!" Feng Jianing dug her throat crazily. Waves of retching sounds rang out. Tears started to flow from her eyes because she was too uncomfortable. Unfortunately, no matter how she dug, she couldn't spit out that small mouthful of red wine.
Feng Qing asked when she saw Feng Jianing's strong desire to live, "I only let you drink a mouthful of red wine. Why do you have to spit it out? Could it be that you know what's inside?"
Feng Jianing shouted desperately, "Because I also ate fig. It was Tessa who personally gave it to me. She said that the fig was imported from our Xia country's southwestern region. She wanted me to have a taste of my country's specialty."
Fig was a kind of fruit. Eating it alone was beneficial to the human body, but as long as it was eaten with Hu Pohong, it would be poisonous. If one was not treated in time, one would definitely die in three days.
