Shangguan Han was almost done vomiting.
Shen Yijia thoughtfully carried him to the side and placed him down in a clean place.
Shangguan Han did not even have the strength to sit down, let alone stabilize himself. He collapsed to the ground without a care for his image.
The first time he saw Shen Yijia, he knew that she did not like him, but he did not expect her to deal with him so openly. Didn't she almost give him a greeting gift? She even gave him a pheasant stew.
What kind of grudge did they have against each other?
Although he didn't say anything, Shen Yijia knew that Shangguan Han was fine. She turned to look at Song Jingchen, looking for praise.
When Song Jingchen received her gaze, the corners of his mouth twitched. He clenched his fists and said helplessly, "Ahem, the tea isn't poisonous. Besides, he didn't drink it."
